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Post that passage you could read over and over and it would never be enough

>> No.18933589
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Call of the Arcade

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>> No.18933615

>>18933577
You really couldn't be fucked to correct this to be readable?

>> No.18933673

>>18933577
>>18933606
What are these from?

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Jigoku by F. Gardner

>> No.18933698

>>18933673
Second is from The Tunnel

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>>18933577

>> No.18933797

>>18933783
Lol

>> No.18935149

>>18933673
OP might be McCarthy, not sure.

>> No.18935190

>>18935149
It's him. All the pretty horses

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>>18933615
>You really couldn't be fucked to correct this to be readable?

>> No.18935445

>>18935225
You couldn't be fucked

>> No.18935937

>>18933589
pure shite lol

>> No.18935962

>>18933577
anything by jack Kerouac. Nothing beats his prose.

>> No.18936452

>>18933589
>>18933693
I gotta read these.

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>>18933577

>> No.18936826

>>18933615
You really think a McCarthy fag is ever going to admit fault?

>> No.18936841

>westernmost
I don't like -ern. Better when it's westmost etc.

>> No.18936855

Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

This is the best piece of writing in all of history in my opinion.

>> No.18936915

>>18936841
most westernmost.

>> No.18937245

>>18936826
He meant for the OP to correct the orientation, you perpetually butthurt retard. Work on your reading comprehension.

>> No.18937278

>>18937245
Same goes for you dumbfuck

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As new waked from soundest sleep,
Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid,
In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun
Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed.
Straight toward Heaven my wondering eyes I turned,
And gazed a while the ample sky; till, raised
By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung,
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright
Stood on my feet: about me round I saw
Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains,
And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these,
Creatures that lived and moved, and walked, or flew;
Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled;
With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Myself I then perused, and limb by limb
Surveyed, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
With supple joints, as lively vigour led:
But who I was, or where, or from what cause,
Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith spake;
My tongue obeyed, and readily could name
Whate'er I saw. Thou Sun, said I, fair light,
And thou enlightened Earth, so fresh and gay,
Ye Hills, and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains,
And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,
Tell, if ye saw, how I came thus, how here?--
Not of myself;--by some great Maker then,
In goodness and in power pre-eminent:
Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
From whom I have that thus I move and live,
And feel that I am happier than I know.--

>> No.18937296

>the the the a a a a an an an of of of of it it it it
English is disgusting. Learn actual lit languages and look how beautiful the world of prose is.

>> No.18937312

>>18937245
I know what he meant and that is what i was responding too, if he corrected the rotation he would be admitting fault. It really is not difficult.

>> No.18937374

>>18936855
Nice, is it the dead from joyce?

The one I really liked was in the beginning of Melancholy of Resistance with Valuska walking in the town

>> No.18937412

>>18937312
>caring this much about ((admitting fault)) on 4chan
>"this boogeyman writer's fans are meanies"
I just kek imagining you trying to talk to people irl

>> No.18937418

>>18937412
>taking shit posting this seriously
I just kek imagining you trying to talk to people irl.

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>>18937296

>> No.18937423

>>18937418
>"i-it was just shitposting. I was only pretending to be a tumblerina"
Cope. I just kek