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What works of literature give you mental resilience and spiritual strength?

>> No.16734693
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16734693

I like suckin on titties

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16734700

>>16734676
Quite a few

>> No.16734714

The bible, moby dick

>> No.16734740

I was redeemed, reborn into a worldly woman.
I rise into the twilight, veiled by stars.
To earth I send my celestial vulture, to call the last men, the horny apes.
I will raise my skirts up and greet all as welcome suitors.
I can already hear their hot rutting cries.
The tails are twitching and the tongues are slurring.
Fucking – they think themselves free of fate.
But will they disappear into my cunt.
Like comets into the cosmos with short bright bangs –
Thus I will fart them out.

>> No.16734798

>>16734700
>no gods no masters
Sounds depressing, actually. A profane world inhabited only by slaves.

>> No.16734814

>>16734798
Based

>> No.16734821

>>16734798
Complete opposite. How could you think otherwise? A world of masters and gods makes slaves and in a profane world. They’re quite clear about that perspective.

>> No.16734835

>>16734821
Freedom is given by Authority. A system is what makes an act free, a system has to be in place for freedom to be a possibility. You and your retards to fuck off. This is a Deist board.

>> No.16734844

>>16734835
>Freedom is given by Authority.
Spooked

>> No.16734852 [DELETED] 

>>16734676
The don't. Living does that.

>> No.16734860

>>16734844
Based. You’re obviously ready to take direction from comrade guerin

>> No.16734861

>>16734676
Literature can't. Living can.

>> No.16734864

For My Legionaries

>> No.16734867

>>16734676>>16734693

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16734875

>>16734867
Calm down princess

>> No.16734958

>>16734798
Based and Godpilled

>>16734821
Cringe and fedorapilled

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16735000

>>16734835
>>16734958
Spooked degeneracy

>> No.16735005

>>16735000
Max Stirner would laugh at you

>> No.16735031

>>16735000
Says butterfly

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16735032

>>16735005
He was a pleasant gentleman. We would have gotten along famously

>> No.16735036
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>>16735005
He was a pleasant gentleman. We would have gotten along famously

>>16735031
Says trips!

>> No.16735046

>>16734676
i like them freckly titties

>> No.16735213

>>16734676
The Death of Ivan Ilyich
>You can go through all the right motions and still die of the dumbest things.
>It's the simple things in life that bring pleasure and should be treasured.

>> No.16735274

hesiod - works and days

>> No.16735466

>>16735213
???
absolutely not the death of ivan ilyich. the whole point of the book was that he realized the utter meaninglessness of his entire life as he died a painful slow death.
the "happy ending" is when he realizes that death will separate him from the family that he hates and that hates him (with the exception of his son, who is still too young and has not yet lost the innocence of childhood).
the point of the book is to detail the vain, empty way that humans interact with one another, the method to show it is to have the prime example of this life experience something utterly real (a slow, painful, and inescapable death) until all the dressing is stripped from his eyes. This is given away in the first chapter, when ivan ilyich's "friends" nonchalantly discuss his death and illness, finishing with a joke about how far away his house is.

>> No.16735520

>>16734835
This guy gets it.

>> No.16735523

>>16734700
die whore

>> No.16735593

>>16735466
so what are the positive takeaways from this novel

>> No.16735608

>>16734676
Thus Spoke Zarathustra

>> No.16735721 [DELETED] 

>>16735593
the positive qualities are embodied in Gerasim.

He is the only one (besides Ivan Ilyich's son, who, again, is too young to grow into falsity and callousness) who is caring to Ivan Ilyich for any reason other than keeping up appearances, and the only one who openly acknowledges the fact that Ilyich is dying to Ilyich himself. Place it before you:

Ivan Ilyich is dying, in extreme pain. His wife enters and tells him that so-and-so a famous doctor from somewhere is here, who has done very well in such-and-such a case similar to his own. Ivan Ilyich has to abide the doctor's visit and put up with his prodding and questioning that he knows is hopeless until such a time as the doctor feels he has done enough to keep up appearances and can leave (the doctor himself knows that Ivan Ilyich is already a dead man, but he can't simply say that and walk away, he has to seem as though he is pondering a potential cure) and when Ilyich asks him if there is hope for recovery, the doctor responds with platitudes about the same case that Natalya Petrovna already talked about before his visit, essentially dodging the question. He leaves the room and tells Natalya Petrovna that Ivan's case is hopeless, and that he will be dead within the month.

Ivan Ilyich knows that he is dying, everyone else knows that he is dying, but in order to maintain appearances they act as though this is just a sickness he is experiencing, and they just have to find the cure. Ivan Ilyich, also obligated to maintain appearances, has to play the part of a sick man waiting for a cure to them, meanwhile the falsity of his own death, now apparent to him, convicts his entire life of falsity. He realizes that as meaningless as his death is, so meaningless was his entire life. I will post some illustrative excerpts.

>> No.16735731 [DELETED] 

>>16735593
>>16735721
The doctor rubs his hands vigorously and reassuringly.
"Brr! How cold it is! There's such a sharp frost; just let me warm myself!" he says, as if it were only a matter of waiting till he was warm, and then he would put everything right.
"Well now, how are you?"
Ivan Ilych feels that the doctor would like to say: "Well, how are our affairs?" but that even he feels that this would not do, and says instead: "What sort of a night have you had?" Ivan Ilych looks at him as much as to say: "Are you really never ashamed of lying?" But the doctor does not wish to understand this question, and Ivan Ilych says: "Just as terrible as ever. The pain never leaves me and never subsides. If only something ... "
"Yes, you sick people are always like that.... There, now I think I am warm enough. Even Praskovya Fedorovna, who is so particular, could find no fault with my temperature. Well, now I can say good-morning," and the doctor presses his patient's hand.
Then dropping his former playfulness, he begins with a most serious face to examine the patient, feeling his pulse and taking his temperature, and then begins the sounding and auscultation. Ivan Ilych knows quite well and definitely that all this is nonsense and pure deception, but when the doctor, getting down on his knee, leans over him, putting his ear first higher then lower, and performs various gymnastic movements over him with a significant expression on his face, Ivan Ilych submits to it all as he used to submit to the speeches of the lawyers, though he knew very well that they were all lying and why they were lying.
The doctor, kneeling on the sofa, is still sounding him when Praskovya Fedorovna's silk dress rustles at the door and she is heard scolding Peter for not having let her know of the doctor's arrival.
She comes in, kisses her husband, and at once proceeds to prove that she has been up a long time already, and only owing to a misunderstanding failed to be there when the doctor arrived. Ivan Ilych looks at her, scans her all over, sets against her the whiteness and plumpness and cleanness of her hands and neck, the gloss of her hair, and the sparkle of her vivacious eyes. He hates her with his whole soul. And the thrill of hatred he feels for her makes him suffer from her touch.
Her attitude towards him and his diseases is still the same. Just as the doctor had adopted a certain relation to his patient which he could not abandon, so had she formed one towards him—that he was not doing something he ought to do and was himself to blame, and that she reproached him lovingly for this—and she could not now change that attitude.
"You see he doesn't listen to me and doesn't take his medicine at the proper time. And above all he lies in a position that is no doubt bad for him—with his legs up."

>> No.16735739

>>16735593
>>16735721
At half-past eleven the celebrated specialist arrived. Again the sounding began and the significant conversations in his presence and in another room, about the kidneys and the appendix, and the questions and answers, with such an air of importance that again, instead of the real question of life and death which now alone confronted him, the question arose of the kidney and appendix which were not behaving as they ought to and would now be attacked by Michael Danilovich and the specialist and forced to amend their ways.

The celebrated specialist took leave of him with a serious though not hopeless look, and in reply to the timid question Ivan Ilych, with eyes glistening with fear and hope, put to him as to whether there was a chance of recovery, said that he could not vouch for it but there was a possibility. The look of hope with which Ivan Ilych watched the doctor out was so pathetic that Praskovya Fedorovna, seeing it, even wept as she left the room to hand the doctor his fee.

>> No.16735746

>>16735593
>>16735721
>>16735739
Till about three in the morning he was in a state of stupefied misery. It seemed to him that he and his pain were being thrust into a narrow, deep black sack, but though they were pushed further and further in they could not be pushed to the bottom. And this, terrible enough in itself, was accompanied by suffering. He was frightened yet wanted to fall through the sack, he struggled but yet co-operated. And suddenly he broke through, fell, and regained consciousness. Gerasim was sitting at the foot of the bed dozing quietly and patiently, while he himself lay with his emaciated stockinged legs resting on Gerasim's shoulders; the same shaded candle was there and the same unceasing pain.

"Go away, Gerasim," he whispered.

"It's all right, sir. I'll stay a while."

"No. Go away."

He removed his legs from Gerasim's shoulders, turned sideways onto his arm, and felt sorry for himself. He only waited till Gerasim had gone into the next room and then restrained himself no longer but wept like a child. He wept on account of his helplessness, his terrible loneliness, the cruelty of man, the cruelty of God, and the absence of God. "Why hast Thou done all this? Why hast Thou brought me here? Why, why dost Thou torment me so terribly?"

He did not expect an answer and yet wept because there was no answer and could be none. The pain again grew more acute, but he did not stir and did not call. He said to himself: "Go on! Strike me! But what is it for? What have I done to Thee? What is it for?"

Then he grew quiet and not only ceased weeping but even held his breath and became all attention. It was as though he were listening not to an audible voice but to the voice of his soul, to the current of thoughts arising within him.

"What is it you want?" was the first clear conception capable of expression in words, that he heard. "What do you want? What do you want?" he repeated to himself.

"What do I want? To live and not to suffer," he answered.

And again he listened with such concentrated attention that even his pain did not distract him. "To live? How?" asked his inner voice.

"Why, to live as I used to—well and pleasantly."

"As you lived before, well and pleasantly?" the voice repeated.

And in imagination he began to recall the best moments of his pleasant life. But strange to say none of those best moments of his pleasant life now seemed at all what they had then seemed—none of them except the first recollections of childhood. There, in childhood, there had been something really pleasant with which it would be possible to live if it could return. But the child who had experienced that happiness existed no longer, it was like a reminiscence of somebody else.

>> No.16735753

>>16735593
>>16735721
>>16735739
>>16735746
His mental sufferings were due to the fact that that night, as he looked at Gerasim's sleepy, good-natured face with its prominent cheek-bones, the question suddenly occurred to him: "What if my whole life has been wrong?"

It occurred to him that what had appeared perfectly impossible before, namely that he had not spent his life as he should have done, might after all be true. It occurred to him that his scarcely perceptible attempts to struggle against what was considered good by the most highly placed people, those scarcely noticeable impulses which he had immediately suppressed, might have been the real thing, and all the rest false. And his professional duties and the whole arrangement of his life and of his family, and all his social and official interests, might all have been false. He tried to defend all those things to himself and suddenly felt the weakness of what he was defending. There was nothing to defend.

"But if that is so," he said to himself, "and I am leaving this life with the consciousness that I have lost all that was given me and it is impossible to rectify it—what then?" He lay on his back and began to pass his life in review in quite a new way. In the morning when he saw first his footman, then his wife, then his daughter, and then the doctor, their every word and movement confirmed to him the awful truth that had been revealed to him during the night. In them he saw himself—all that for which he had lived—and saw clearly that it was not real at all, but a terrible and huge deception which had hidden both life and death. This consciousness intensified his physical suffering tenfold. He groaned and tossed about, and pulled at his clothing which choked and stifled him. And he hated them on that account.

>> No.16736080

>>16735753

Very good

>> No.16736137

>>16734700
Transgender AND an atheist? Is there anything you aren't?

>> No.16736141

>>16734676
Any text by RC Waldun

>> No.16736229

>>16736137
how could a transgender person ever not be atheist. that's an empty set if i've ever seen one.

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>>16734676
SHINY BOOBA

>> No.16736258

>>16734835
>Freedom is given by Authority
Thus speaks the born slave

>> No.16736263

>>16734676
I need to creampie this thot

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>>16736263
I'd creampie a donut at this point. But yeh breh that would be the ultimate

>> No.16736310

>>16736290
what does no gf smell like?

>> No.16736314

>>16734676
i can't stop looking at her. she is perfect

>> No.16736753

>>16736310
Unsalted milk and paper money

>> No.16737038

>>16736229
How could they not? One has to accept materialism and “trans”, the sort that believe their brains are female and seek surgeries or drugs, blithely ignore their own material state. No, they’re spiritualists, socialist, liberal or fascist.

Try to think things through.

>16736137
>Book on anarchist theory and be takes offense at an old Frenchman's dying words
Spooked degenerate

>> No.16737072

>>16737038
FUCK YOU TRANNY UGLYASS FUCK!
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU

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>>16737038
tranny, atheist, AND a pseud? /lit/ really gets everything we ask for

>> No.16737112

>>16734676
Confessions and Life of Antony by Athanatius

>> No.16737120

>>16737072
I’m not trans.

Why do you need this so badly?

>> No.16737788

>>16734676

>> No.16737817

>>16737120
What is needed badly is your removal from material existence, tranny, or at bare minimum your removal from this board by permanent rangeban.

>> No.16737818

>>16734821
I love you butterfly. Please never stop posting.

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16737897

>tfw NoFap Day #4 + halfway through Plato's Republic
>tfw immune to coomer baits

>> No.16737908

>>16737897
Glad to hear it. Keep it up, anon- you can make Dec. 4th if you try.

>> No.16737984

>>16737908
Thanks for nice words anon, actually I wanna break my current record of 55 days or even go further.

>> No.16738157

>>16734798

>Assumes negatively that a world without hierarchy would be made up of slaves, rather than slaveless masters.

Cringe

>> No.16738169

>>16738157
Exactly. No gods, no slaves, no masters.

>> No.16738241

Feels good man

>> No.16738263

>>16737120
Found the tranny

>> No.16738733

>>16737897
so you've already failed nnn

>> No.16738748

>>16738733
and?

>> No.16738788

>>16737897
>>16737897
>one month of nofap
>also half way through the republic
> finished hamlet Today
feels nice godspeed anon

>> No.16738918

>>16738748
i haven't

>> No.16739061

>>16736753
kek

>> No.16739093

>>16735466
>the whole point of the book was that he realized the utter meaninglessness of his entire life as he died a painful slow death
No, he realized that even though he had spent his entire life chasing after material goods, good social standing, good employment, etc, they were all for naught, and he realized that the real, meaningful things in life are the simple things. Not big paychecks or fancy parties or well-adorned walls, but having a good work ethic, being honest and forthright, and generally being a down-to-earth kind of person is what gives life meaning and pleasure.
At least, that's what I took away from it.

>> No.16739204

>>16734835
>Freedom is given by authority goy

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>>16734676