/lit/ - Literature

>reads the sparknotes

>If I can imagine God then its real

>>16473795
>abstinence is the best sex position

>>16454778
>And.....Gib obedient wife pls

The Prince? it was pure satire my friend.

Don't tell me you're still getting off on pretending to be better than other people

>Topant de cap en una i altra soca,
>avançant d’esma pel camí de l’aigua,
>se’n ve la vaca tota sola. És cega.
>D’un cop de roc llançat amb massa traça,
>el vailet va buidar-li un ull, i en l’altre
>se li ha posat un tel. La vaca és cega.
>Ve a abeurar-se a la font com ans solia;
>mes no amb el ferm posat d’altres vegades
>ni amb ses companyes, no: ve tota sola.
>Ses companyes, pels cingles, per les comes,
>pel silenci dels prats i en la ribera,
>fan dringar l’esquellot mentres pasturen
>l’herba fresca a l’atzar... Ella cauria.
>Topa de morro en l’esmolada pica
>i recula afrontada... Però torna
>i abaixa el cap a l’aigua i beu calmosa.
>Beu poc, sens gaire set... Després aixeca
>al cel, enorme, l’embanyada testa
>amb un gran gesto tràgic; parpelleja
>damunt les mortes nines, i se’n torna
>orfe de llum, sota del sol que crema,
>vacil·lant pels camins inoblidables,
>brandant llànguidament la llarga cua.

>Ah, the dopish, prematurely senile, philosopher-dunce Jean-Paul Sartre! The man who intended to out-Jew the Jew, out-“work-and-whine” the entire proletariat, out-suffer the suffering masses. All from behind a desk covered with dusty books and ill-conceived scribblings. A nihilist. A doddering old man at the age of 24. An unhealthy, soft, contempt-filled, self-hating, slavish, freakshow of a Frenchman. A slob-coward. An utter bore.
>Men like Junger should glory in this pest’s hatred of them. They should expect it. They should crush men like Sartre when they get in their way. The Jungers of the world can and should easily outbreed these cowering perverts while simultaneously smacking them back into their rightful place. The Sartres of the world (e.g. Antifa, Marxists, Liberals, Leftists, etc.) should never expect mercy. They should just isolate themselves somewhere far away from the heroes and heroines like Junger.

>see effortposter having argument with retard who is arguing in bad faith
>go out of my way to read the exchange and reply in support, so effortposter knows he's not alone in a void with a retard

>siri search up for escorts in my city
>send them quotes of kant

>To my Onetis, whom hast shown me true beauty. God willing one day i will find the courage to tell her what i truly think of her. and to my friends and mother, who assure me that any gal would be lucky to have a guy like me.

>>15464874
>>15464881
I majored in English Literature and never got my degree because I never took my last class (Spanish 2). I now make 185k a year. not even lying AMA

I have never read a book written by a woman

>>15364964
>Are you 14 years old by any chance?
Not the anon you quoted, but yes. I am.

>>15360150
>>15360180
Yes.

>>15355944
>actually i think i meant to say irregardless, do you have a problem with that?

>>15325383
> /lit/
> calling someone a pseudo
yes

>>15258933
>Dear friend, now in the dusty clockless hours of the town when the streets lie black and steaming in the wake of the watertrucks and now when the drunk and the homeless have washed up in the lee of walls in alleys or abandoned lots and cats go forth high-shouldered and lean in the grim perimeters about, now in these sootblacked brick or cobbled corridors where lightwire shadows make a gothic harp of cellar doors no soul shall walk save you.

>Old stone walls unplumbed by weathers, lodged in their striae fossil bones, limestone scarabs rucked in the floor of this once inland sea. Thin dark tress through yon iron palings where the dead keep their own small metropolis. Curious marble architecture, stele and obelisk and cross and little rainworn stones where names grow dim with years. Earth packed with samples of the casketmaker's trade, the dusty bones and rotted silk, the deathwear stained with carrion.

>Out there under the blue lamplight the trolleytracks run on to darkness, curved like cockheels in the pinchbeck dusk. The steel leaks back the day's heat, you can feel it through the floors of your shoes. Past these corrugated warehouse walls down little sandy streets where blownout autos sulk on pedestals of cinderblock. Through warrens of sumac and pokeweed and withered honeysuckle giving onto the scored clay banks of the railway. Gray vines coiled leftward in this northern hemisphere, what winds them shapes the dogwhelk's shell. Weeds sprouted from cinder and brick. A steamshovel reared in solitary abandonment against the night sky. Cross here.

>>15242973
I majored in English Literature and never got my degree because I never took my last class (Spanish 2). I now make 185k a year. not even lying AMA

Recommend me experimental/avant-garde books. I am sick of literary conventions

>dude like labor theory and costs and stuff, and like, surplus, and the proleta--
bro who cares

>>15170623
Why yes, I prefer the Harry Potter movies over the books. How could you tell?

>Why yes the soul is material but also immortal, how did you know?

>>14988868
empiricism and rationalism were refuted by the Gettier problem