/lit/ - Literature

>>16661393
Bloom could read 400 pages an hour

What the fuck is wrong with you people? You live the literary life by reading, thinking about, and discussing great literature, not by wearing certain clothes or drinking. These external things might make you more /lit/ (a very bad thing), but they can never make you more literary

>October 17th and I am forgotten

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If his horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold he is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Who are some thinkers (not too difficult) that have good opinions I could co-opt for intimidating the normies around me? I was thinking Harold Bloom.