I really like all of ArchBishop Marcel Lefebvre's books ^-^.
>>25512116>It really shows his charitable mind as he never knew *why*NTA, don't know if you know French but in his public talks he mentions freemasons here and there. Talks about the ideas spread since the Revolution (liberalism, "zionism" (after he got in trouble for supposed "racist" remarks he said Jews are the real racist since they have always wanted to exterminate the Christian race), etc). He points to what Pius X said to show that the Church had been getting infiltrated for a while. Then blames weak popes who allowed themselves to be manipulated (Pius XI, John XXIII and after). He had a meeting with John Paul II I think (he also had one with Paul VI so idk if it's the same one) where he talks about the pope seeming okay with allowing the latin mass, only to instantly change his tune in real time once somebody told him to. He also supported Petain and expressed his admiration for some othrt collaborationist figures (he even had a talk with one where all they did was ring the alarm on mass immigration and islam, but the talk in itself was too short for it to be interesting t b h), as well as for the dictatorship in Argentina. And although he has never read Maurras, when someone told him that he wasn't in heaven, he jokingly said that he may be in Purgatory then.All this to say he's a noooticer, just not one versed enough in politics or schizophrenic conspiracies to be able to make such a bold public accusation in one of his books, and always just says "oooh they might be, but I don't know, please refer to what Leo XIII and Pius X said, but me personally ooh I don't know, I just follow the catholicism I was taught." Also he consecrated Richard Williamson kek.
uh-oh, heretic
>>25513030Your face is a heretic
>>25512085What's The Goose?
>>25515623Rian Gooseling
i'll start
>>25515234This
>>25515228Technically after but still
>>25515228>love they neighbor like you want them to develop like you would a childuhh
>>25515234test
Just saw picrel in the cinema. A beautiful, quiet portrait of Thomas Mann and his daughter Erika visiting destroyed Germany east and west in 1949. Very moving. If you’re able check this one out. Germanons especially.Anyway you guys got some /lit/ movie recommendations?
I was considering watching this today. Sandra Hüller is always a treat. Go watch Finsterworld.
anyone remember when Hazel is on the first page of Remembrance in synecdoche, ny?
>>25515803I got it on blu ray actually. I liked it a lot. Good pick
I tried to have a discussion about Roald Dahl on reddit and got dogpiled by people saying he isn't welcomed in those communities. The discomfort over Roald Dahl is real and it's not going away any time soon. The antisemitism is on the record now. His family apologized for it in 2020 and has been paying the price ever since. The Royal Mint declined a coin over it. The 2023 sensitivity-edit fiasco, where Puffin quietly rewrote hundreds of words and then had to reissue the originals after the backlash, showed how nervous his own publishers are about Roald Dahl. So he's in the Kipling position: reputationally compromised, which will accelerate over the next century. >Roald Dahl is being systemically dismantled and destroyed by the Jaws for going against them. >Soon he will just be known as 'oh that racist 'BFG' guy.>another anglo icon is being reputationally destroyed for speaking out against central banking.
>>25515251Willy Wonka will never fade away.
How often do you think he beat off when writing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory?
>>25513233Sounds like a good way to find out which communities aren't worth being in
NOOOOOO NOT MY WACKY CARTOON BOOKS! AHHH WOKEISM IS KILLING ME NO NO NO NO MY WACKY CHILDRENS CARTOONS ARE SACRED ARTIFACTS
>>25515813you sound spooked and raped ngl
Why isn't she romanticized as much as the great women authors, like Wolf, Austin, and the Bronte Sisters.
>>25514143/lit/ loves herwhat a consolation prize
>>25514143Because your world view is based off of what you see on the internet.
>>25514143What are her best poems?
>>25515741Sorry, all you get is an arbitrary numbering system or a chronology. None of them have titles.
>>25514442NOOOO RHYMES ARE BAD THEYRE NOT REAL POETRY!!!!!
The male Sylvia Plath
>>25512226>cunt deliver mail>cunt sort mail
>>25514912The Fiend
>>25514915>>25514917Plath herself is just a glorified Kaur.
>>25515051Bold claim. How so?
>>25513230will you ever actually pick up one of his books?
I just bought 13 of Sigmund Freud's works to read while in the metro. What am I in for?
>>25515764Pure unfiltered kino. Freud was brilliant.
>>25515764If i ever see you on the metro reading Freud I will personally SA you
>>25515764A deep dive into the Jewish mind
>The king said, “Go to the temple of Ishtar, ask them there for a woman named Shamhat, one of the priestesses who give their bodies to any man, in honor of the goddess. Take her into the wilderness. When the animals are drinking at the waterhole, tell her to strip off her robe and lie there naked, ready, with her legs apart. The wild man will approach. Let her use her love-arts. Nature will take its course, and then the animals who knew him in the wilderness will be bewildered, and will leave him forever.”>The trapper found Shamhat, Ishtar’s priestess, and they went off into the wilderness. For three days they walked. On the third day they reached the waterhole. There they waited. For two days they sat as the animals came to drink clear water. Early in the morning of the third day, Enkidu came and knelt down to drink clear water with the antelope and deer. They looked in amazement. The man was huge and beautiful. Deep in Shamhat's loins desire stirred. Her breath quickened as she stared at this primordial being. "Look," the trapper said, "there he is. Now use your love-arts. Strip off your robe and lie here naked, with your legs apart. Stir up his lust when he approaches, touch him, excite him, take his breath with your kisses, show him what a woman is. The animals who knew him in the wilderness will be bewildered, and will leave him forever.">She stripped off her robe and lay there naked, with her legs apart, touching herself. Enkidu saw her and wearily approached. He sniffed the air. He gazed at her body. He drew close, Shamhat touched him on the thigh, touched his penis, and put him inside her. She used her love-arts, she took his breath with her kisses, held nothing back, and showed him what a woman is. For seven days he stayed erect and made love with her, until he had had enough.>At last he stood up and walked toward the waterhole to rejoin his animals. But the gazelles saw him and scattered, the antelope and deer bounded away. He tried to catch up, but his body was exhausted, his life-force was spent, his knees trembled, he could no longer run like an animal, as he had before. He turned back to Shamhat, and as he walked he knew that his mind had somehow grown larger, he knew things now that an animal can’t know.
>>25515013>For seven days he stayed erecthe just like me fr
>>25515020My ex tried it once.Nop...
>>25515020Training the dog to please your wife while she's away, maybe. Foids are sick in the head.
Is this a real excerpt? Bitch flicked her bean in front of him?
Atrocious ending
>>25515225>just repeats himself eternallyThis is a place of words, it's okay, you can use them.
>>25515336Not that anon, though I'm inclined to disagree with your interpretation of the Marquis. His interest in bringing Julian onto his estate, to me at least, is little more than a flight of fancy. He's someone who enjoys the privileges of nobility while also being well entrenched enough to have little fear of how he may be perceived in his association with a commoner, unlike the provincials. Though he grows to recognize Julian for his talents, he's initially little more than a curiosity. The protagonist continuously seethes about this kind of treatment throughout the novel. While I'm certain the Marquis felt indignation, as would any father in his situation, his reaction is moreso a result of rage that his dynastic plans for his daughter are now certain to come to not and humiliation at the idea of it becoming known that his daughter had been bedded out of wedlock and by someone of base stock. His fixing the situation prior to the letter being received is a combination of his genuine love for his headstrong daughter, wishing to avoid a scandal, and just wanting to make the best of a bad situation. To chalk it up to honor misses much of the criticism of the post-restoration aristocracy Stendhal weaves into the novel.
>>25515658>notnaughtthis invalidates everything else you've said.
>>25515658I don’t agree with your interpretation of the Maquis, simply because I think he actually demonstrates an affection for Julien and his dressing him up so to speak goes way beyond trying to salvage his daughter’s reputation. He at one point muses about essentially disinheriting his son by diverting the estate of his wife’s family that his line is due to inherit to Julien and Mathilde’s. Because he actually likes Julien. If it was a guy who he didn’t care for he wouldn’t go through the trouble of setting him up by giving him a lineage, giving him a commission, and essentially making him an aristocrat on his level. He would’ve hid Mathilde away while he’s dealt with. Which is why the interpretation that suddenly some sort of honor code that was apparently dormant throughout this scheming came to him after the letter and led to his total renouncing of Julien is ridiculous. Stendhal just needed an abrupt, sharp turn for the protagonist. The Maquis that was established before the letter would have sought an explanation, and Julien would cook up some stretching of the truth by explaining he was a poor provincial and that to refuse the advances of Madame of Renal would’ve led to him being thrown out onto the street with no prospects, and all the affair got him was living a life of hard asceticism in a seminary for a year. The Maquis totally renouncing him on the word of a letter with heavy partiality is totally contrived. The honor code thing totally flies in the face of what Stendhal was trying to commentate on regarding the upheaval in traditional French class dynamics during the time, regardless.
>>25515753>I don't understand Honor, but harder this time
The dregs of society pool together like the dirty puddles they tromp. Dublin is their city. Dubh Linn. Black Pool. The name evokes images of heroin roiling on foil. At night, the Liffey too runs black. Along the quays, crack cocaine is plied and occasionally someone is stabbed and thrown into the black vein of the river, red like some singular blood cell making its journey to the heart of the Irish Sea: Joyce's snot-green sea, or, at night, Homer's wine-dark sea. The Spire keeps eternal vigilance, a needle into the arm of O'Connell Street, a thing perhaps intended to give a sense of the colossal, which stands stubbornly and disproportionately proud over the city of Dubh Linn. Dubh Linn is a place, but more-so, it is a process; the process of degradation. A man may enter the Black Pool entirely clean, and leave like a seagull weighted with petroleum. It's not a place for moral reservations. It necessarily rejects morality for its continued existence.
>>25515171Is this noir?
>>25515171You've been posting iterations of this for years, bro. Surely you can write more than a dubious paragraph in that time.
>>25515171>but doctor, I am Pagliacci
>>25515224>Begin again, FinneganThe opening line still gives me chills
>>25515639>dubious paragraphNicely done
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>>25516084it’s the people who want to make things a nicer place who have historically made things worse. if someone’s a genius, they can go ahead and have philanthropic efforts, but if they’re pretty dumb? i’d much rather they were selfish than hardworking. it’s the hammerstein-equites matrix. the fundamentally stupid and hardworking are the most dangerous of any class.
>>25516096Yeah, yeah, yeah, again with the insults. Well, despite how you feel about me, I think you're a pretty smart guy, anon!
>>25516101wish i could say the same (!)
>>25516103It's okay, I've already been called the smartest person they've ever known by almost everyone I've ever met, so I really don't need any more reassurance, as you can't knock me down on that anyhow. Now, if you were to say my hair looks bad or I talk funny... ;_;
>>25516108any i guess i’ll make the new
>protagonist and Crake casually watching child porn when they were pre-teensWhat the fuck was that all about? Does Artwood genuinelly think men are like this?? People want to see naked adults when they are developing their sexuality, not people younger then them.
>>25510568That's just everyday Japanese life
Books that should never have become trilogies
>>25506806Atwood is such a fucking hack who’s held up as this great writer solely because she has a pussy. Outside the small handful of like 5 women in human history who had any literary talent the pickings are very slim
"The End of the Whole Mess" is a better version of the same basic concept because it only wastes enough of your time to read 25 pages or so.
>>25510370Literally nothing wrong with this
>But after, when her damsels, and herself, >And those three knights all set their faces home, >Sir Pelleas followed. She that saw him cried, >“Damsels—and yet I should be shamed to say it— >I cannot bide Sir Baby. Keep him back >Among yourselves. Would rather that we had >Some rough old knight who knew the worldly way, >Albeit grizzlier than a bear, to ride >And jest with: take him to you, keep him off, >And pamper him with papmeat, if ye will, >Old milky fables of the wolf and sheep, >Such as the wholesome mothers tell their boys. >Nay, should ye try him with a merry one >To find his mettle, good: and if he fly us, >Small matter! let him.” This her damsels heard,Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>25511300>The best of the school of poets at present received in Great Britain and America is Alfred Tennyson. He is the bard of ennui and of the aristocracy and their combination into love. This love is the old stock love of playwrights and romancers, Shakspeare the same as the rest. It is possessed of the same unnatural and shocking passion for some girl or woman, that wrenches it from its manhood, emasculated and impotent, without strength to hold the rest of the objects and goods of life in their proper positions. It seeks nature for sickly uses. It goes screaming and weeping after the facts of the universe, in their calm beauty and equanimity, to note the occurrence of itself, and to sound the news, in connection with the charms of the neck, hair, or complexion of a particular female.>Poetry, to Tennyson and his British and American eleves, is a gentleman of the first degree, boating, fishing, and shooting genteely through nature, admiring the ladies, and talking to them in company with that elaborate half-choked deference that is to be made up by the terrible license of men among themselves. The spirit of the burnished society of upper-class England fills this writer and his effusions from top to toe. Like that, he does not ignore courage and the superior qualities of men, but all is to show forth through dandyfied forms. He meets the nobility and gentry half-way. The models are the same both to the poet and the parlors. Both have the same supercilious elegance, both love the reminiscences which extol caste, both agree on the topics proper for mention and discussion, both hold the same undertone of church and state, both have the same languishing melancholy and irony, both indulge largely in persiflage, both are marked by the contour of high blood and a constitutional aversion to any thing cowardly and mean, both accept the love depicted in romances as the great business of a life or a poem, both seem unconscious of the mighty truths of eternity and immortality, both are silent on the presumptions of liberty and equality, and both devour themselves in solitary lassitude. Whatever may be said of all this, it harmonizes and represents facts. The present phases of high life in Great Britain are as natural a growth there as Tennyson and his poems are a natural growth of those phases. It remains to be distinctly admitted that this man is a real poet, notwithstanding his ennui and his aristocracy.
Was choosing to send Gawain and Ettare a message, rather than killing them, for cuckolding him a chad move or a simp move?
Incel Knight
>>25511250Shan't be allowing such opinions on this board.
For me, it's Sir Gareth >Then Gareth, “Here be rules. I know but one— >To dash against mine enemy and win. >Yet have I seen thee victor in the joust, >And seen thy way.” “Heaven help thee,” sighed Lynette.
>As a student, Penman researched and wrote The Sunne in Splendour, which chronicled the life of Richard III. When the 400-page manuscript was stolen from her car, Penman found herself unable to write for the next five years.[1] She eventually rewrote the book and by the time the 936-page book was published in 1982 she had spent 12 years writing it, while practicing law at the same time.[2]What's your excuse?
