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Is this not the longest sentence ever written?

"Not only is the anecdote expanded to its fullest possible bulk--there is an elaborate account of nearly everything done or thought by Mr. Bloom from morning to night of the day in question--but you have both the "psychological" method and the Flaubertian method of making the style suit the thing described carried several steps further than they have ever been before, so that, whereas in Flaubert you have merely the words and cadences carefully adapted to convey the specific mood or character without any attempt to identify the narrative with the stream of consciousness of the person described, and in Henry James merely the exploration of the stream of consciousness with only one vocabulary and cadence for the whole cast of moods and characters, in Joyce you have not only life from the outside described with Flaubertian virtuosity but also the consciousness of each of the characters and of each of the character's moods made to speak in the idiom proper to it, the language it uses to itself."

From Edmund Wilson, Jr.'s review of James Joyce's "Ulysses," published in the July 5, 1922, issue of The New Republic.