Yes, Bloom was indeed a product of social networking. Here, verbatim, are Leopold Bloom’s “tweets” from page 45 of James Joyce’s Ulysses:
Another slice of bread and butter: three, four: right. She didn’t like her plate full. Right.
Cup of tea soon. Good. Mouth dry.
Just how she stalks over my writingtable. Prr. Scratch my head. Prr.
Clean to see: the gloss of her sleek hide, the white button under the butt of her tail, the green flashing eyes.
They call them stupid. They understand what we say better than we understand them. She understands all she wants to.
Vindictive too. Cruel. Her nature.
Curious mice never squeal. Seem to like it. Wonder what I look like to her. Height of a tower? No, she can jump me.
[One note: Yes, I cheated on the last three; they’re part of the same stream, but I figured Lbloom (or whatever his handle would have been) would have cut it up into three tweets as well.]