/lit/ - Literature

>I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

Admit it; this is a masterful line, worthy of Shakespeare.

Redpill me on John Green.

>When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces. The man who’d introduced them didn’t much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one now did one now did one.

John Michael Green is an influential conservative philosopher, sociologist, and anthropologist. His major influences while studying philosophy were Hans Driesch, Nicolai Hartmann and especially Max Scheler. In 1933 Green signed the Loyalty Oath of German Professors to Adolf Hitler and the National Socialist State.

He joined the Nazi Party in 1933 and had a shining career as a member of the 'Leipzig School' under Hans Freyer. He replaced Paul Tillich, who emigrated to the U.S., at the University of Frankfurt. In 1938 he accepted a teaching position at the University of Königsberg (today's Kaliningrad) and then taught at the University of Vienna in 1940 until he was drafted into the Wehrmacht in 1943. After his 'denazification' he taught at the administrative college in Speyer. He went on to teach at the Aachen University of Technology between 1962 and 1969. Green became a sharp critic of the protest movements that developed in the late 1960s. Green's philosophy has been influential for many contemporary neoconservative German thinkers. Many terms from his work, like Reizüberflutung ("Sensory overload"), deinstitutionalization or post-history, have gained popular currency in Germany.

In 2007, John and his brother Hank began a video blog project called Brotherhood 2.0 which ran from January 1 to December 31 of that year. The two agreed that they would forgo all text-based communication with each other for the duration of the project, instead maintaining their relationship by exchanging video blogs, each submitting one to the other on each alternate weekday. These videos were uploaded to a YouTube channel called "vlogbrothers" (as well as the brothers' own website) where they reached a wide audience. In what would have been the project's final video, the brothers revealed that they would extend their video correspondence indefinitely, and as of 2016 they have continued exchanging their unique vlogs.

Since the project's inception the duo have gained a wide reaching international fanbase whose members identify collectively as "Nerdfighters". The group, in collaboration with the two brothers, promote and participate in a number of humanitarian efforts, including the Project for Awesome, an annual charity fundraiser.

Is he dare I say it, red pilled?

Born too soon.

Greenposting

>BUTT (with the sickle of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O, howorodies through his cholaroguled, fumfing to a fullfrength with this wallowing olfact).

whoa, that book really touched my heart

>Alaska sat down on her computer to research some stuff for her homework assignment. When she scrolled through the text on the screen, she saw that one optical illusion that you might see while looking at those wooden fence-things on the side of the road, that one where the individual posts almost look like they're invisible when they're really not.
>"Ugh, why can't I find anything anywhere on post-Kantian object oriented ontology?" she asked out loud, not caring whether her parents heard her.
>They did, and her Mother came into the room. "Still researching stuff, honey?"
>Alaska thought of a response that would demonstrate her extreme distaste for her Mother's question and her use of the term "honey"; if she had just left that one word out, her question wouldn't have sounded nearly as campy and annoying. But the only response she could muster was a sustained grunt, which prompted her Mother to leave the room. When she went back to researching, she noticed a spider in the corner of the ceiling, making a beveled web up there.
>"Oh great", she said out loud. "I'll deal with it later. I have to get back to work."
>So Alaska went on researching Judith Butler's postmodern critique of anthropocentrism in modern culture, and as the hours passed, her notes became flooded with awkward summarizations, and the words became meaningless combinations of images on the screen. She did not avert her gaze on the screen for a full three hours, as the rhythm of type, click, read, click, type, became more and more exaggerated over time.
>Alaska woke up from this state of trance, and decided she needed to get up and do something. She figured it was about time to get rid of the spider.
>When she turned around, what she saw freaked her out beyond belief. The once small bevel of web on the ceiling was now a gigantic blanket of white, and the spider was nowhere to be seen, likely lost somewhere in the web.
>"OH MY GOD WHAT?!?!?!" she screamed. If her parents hadn't gone out on a trip an hour ago, they would have heard this loud exclamation, after which they would have promptly opened up her bedroom door, saw the web, and then vacuumed it with ease. Alaska didn't think to do this, however. She tried to pull the web off, but when her hand made contact with the web, it stuck to it. Trying to get it off, she used her other hand, but it got stuck too. So there she was, pulling on a giant web on the ceiling with both hands stuck to it like cement. Finally, with one great pull, it fell down and wrapped around her entire body, covering her like a mummy.
>Her arms flapped around like a bird's, trying to get it off. But it wouldn't. And as she resisted, it constricted more and more, pulling on her limbs. She violently flung herself onto the floor, where she proceeded to convulse on her belly like a Penguin dancing on ice. Let's just say she was surfing the web

>Dostoevsky was not a great writer, but rather a mediocre one—with flashes of excellent humour but, alas, with wastelands of literary platitudes in between

Is he right?

> How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it's just words

Is there anyone more pretentious than this ayy lmao headed cuck?

does anyone else think this dude kinda looks like the grinch?

Your most insightful quotes from the esteemed author

>I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.”

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What's with the hostility? I'm genuinely curious about /lit/'s obsession with this person.

I think it is all a matter of love: the more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it is.

>I was a Flower of the mountain yes

>But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
Fucking hack

>You will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
ugh

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> It now lately sometimes seemed like a kind of black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe. God or Satan, politics or grammar, topology or philately -the object seemed incidental to this will to give oneself away, utterly. To games or needles, to some other person. Something pathetic about it. A flight-from in the form of a plunging into

Uhh, Western Civilization is bad mkay

“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” - John Green
Jesus christ I thought your hate for him was exaggerated but he is so pretentious in a cutsey way. I can't stand it.