" A customs man at JFK had asked them to open the suitcases (in case they were smuggling in Indian fruits or sweets, perhaps). ‘Ulysses!’ the large bespectacled disbelieving customs man had said. ‘Are you a student?’ Ananda had nodded, though he was in the equivalent of high school. ‘I wouldn’t read Ulysses unless I was a student!’ said the customs man, shutting the suitcase after his glimpse into the tantalising freemasonry of studenthood. A potentially incendiary book then—on the verge of being, but not quite, contraband. And near-unreadable. Ananda "

― Amit Chaudhuri , Odysseus Abroad