Put on your gumption

I'm about 100 pages or so from the end of Ulysses. The last 23 of those leafs are as periodless as a tight testical school boy. I need to hit it harder if I want to stick to my goal of finishing before baby girl Chapman is birthed, which is closer than I think, I feel. In the words of my father-in-law, Papa Jim, "Oh, help me wizzard."