/lit/ - Literature

>>10626752

oh shit i misread you and i forgot my trip

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>>10625450

I'm a woman, actually. I pretend I'm a man to be treated like an equal on these sexist, misogynistic boards. Uncomfortable in public, uncomfortable with the attention my sex appeal draws, I withdraw to male or androgynous personae online while lounging naked in a dark room, alone with my books and gigantic, bare breasts. You see, I loathe clothing, yet wear clothing as close to a burka as it comes without being gaudy or standoutish.

But I hate being treated differently on account of gross physical traits, like a perfectly waxed, tight pussy, like an ass I've forged to perfect shape through years of squats, like my perky-but-plump tits. So you'd never know I'm a woman. But I'm a woman.

And I read Kafka. I read Hegel and Deleuze. I recently started on Debord and Sartre and Baudrillard. I talk like you men. I can keep up. You'd never know my clit pokes out just enough to keep me near-constantly aroused, my slender form tapers from soft shoulders to curved middle, out into hips shaped to grab. And I'm young. I'm 19. You're all a bunch of dumb tools to me.

But you'd never know.

That I'm a girl.

You'd never know.

"I cannot think," he said, "why people should think the names of places in the country more poetical than those in London. Shallow romanticists go away in trains and stop in places called Hugmy-in-the-Hole, or Bumps-on-the-Puddle. And all the time they could, if they liked, go and live at a place with the dim, divine name of St. John's Wood. I have never been to St. John's Wood. I dare not. I should be afraid of the innumerable night of fir trees, afraid to come upon a blood-red cup and the beating of the wings of the Eagle. But all these things can be imagined by remaining reverently in the Harrow train."

>>4317861
that's a revision of what is generally considered the best translation to bring it into line with the more correct revised French edition. So no, you did not goofed.

>you will never be the youngest son in a vaguely aristocratic English family in the 1920s, alternating your days between lounging around your family's country manor throwing weekend long dinner-parties, and going into London to play cards at the club
>your life will never be a PG Woodhouse novel
hell, I'd settle for an Agatha Christe novel

>>4307998

Something Happened is excellent, I'd actually rate it above Catch 22.

I enjoy casual sex.

The Napoleon of Notting Hill

Because it is simultaneously entertaining and beautiful.

>>4307719
you can't read the Wonderland stories with any great degree of cynicism, you'll just fall flat on your face.

I don't actually remember ever starting to read. My parents are both huge readers, so the house was always full of books, so I read a lot of children's books from the 60s. I suppose the earliest books I can remember would be Enid Blyton story collections about toys that came to life and fairies and shit.

>>4212514
Two of each, in fact.

>>4211993
>If your primary concern is style, write poetry
>Homer, Virgil, Dante, and Shakespeare all wrote poetry

unrelated, but does anyone else feel that the second Rough for Theatre is basically 'Beckett does the Twilight Zone'? That's how I read it, and I love it.

they all feel an overwhelming compulsion to remain near some kind of object in the centre of the continent. Leaving causes them physical and emotional distress. Turns out it's because the object leaks contaminants into the water system and going without it leads to withdrawal.

>>4185235
just buy a good dictionary off literary terms. You should have one anyway.

>newrepublic
no thanks

I do dislike Malcolm Gladwell though.

John Banville's Revolutions trilogy.

>actually recommending that people read Newton
guy's dry as fuck

this is an awful list, to the extent that I doubt it's veracity.

>>4167233
not at all. Waiting for Godot was originally written in French, for example.

>>4167208

shit, meant to say A Damsel in Distress. Jeeves at the Offing is good too though.

>>4167185
>>4167186

Jeeves in the Offing is possibly my favourite, and as good a starting place as any, I suppose. Though it is one of his more 'American' novels.

>>4164750

Beckett did great things in French and English.

>>4167142
fuck, posting from my phone I'm going to try that again.

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

William Butler Yeats

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death springs immediately to mind.

I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds; I balanced all, brought all to mind, The years to come seemed waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind In balance with this life, this death.

William Butler Yeats