/lit/ - Literature

Was enjoying this until chapter 3. I have no idea what the fuck is going on anymore, so many ridiculous names and words I’m upset.

>"Oh God," he bawled, and tried to jump over the side. But was restrained by a gargantuan Negro named Dahoud. "Hey there, little fellow," said Dahoud, picking Ploy up by the head and scrutinizing this convulsion of dungarees and despair whose feet thrashed a yard above the deck.
>"What do you want to go and do that for?"
>"Man, I want to die, is all," cried Ploy.
>"Don't you know," said Dahoud, "that life is the most precious possession you have?"
>"Ho, ho," said Ploy through his tears. "Why?"
>"Because," said Dahoud, "without it, you'd be dead."
>"Oh," said Ploy. He thought about this for a week.

>he wrote this at 24/25

What the fuck

Perhaps it's not what everyone thinks of when they hear the word 'comfy', but V. always hits the spot for me. It's got a great mix of touching and funny scenes and the screwball hijinks remind me of the Tintin comics I loved as a kid.