POST A PASSAGE FROM THE BOOK YOU'RE READING AND OTHER ANONS HAVE TO GUESS WHAT IT ISOK I WILL START. CAN YOU GUESS WHAT THIS IS?
>>24116561It's Silence of the Lambs,
The Jewish doctrine of Marxism rejects the aristocratic principle of Nature and replaces the eternal privilege of power and strength by the mass of numbers and their dead weight. Thus it denies the value of personality in man, contests the significance of nationality and race, and thereby withdraws from humanity the premise of its existence and its culture. As a foundation of the universe, this doctrine would bring about the end of any order intellectually conceivable to man. And as, in this greatest of all recognizable organisms, the result of an application of such a law could only be chaos, on earth it could only be destruction for the inhabitants of this planet.If, with the help of his Marxist creed, the Jew is victorious over the other peoples of the world, his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity and this planet will, as it did thousands of years ago, move through the ether devoid of men.Eternal Nature inexorably avenges the infringement of her commands.Hence today I believe that I am acting in accordance with the will of the Almighty Creator: by defending myself against the Jew, I am fighting for the work of the Lor
>>24116679The Very Hungry Caterpillar
>In the seventeenth year of King Yuzhai (531 BCE), Yuzhai died and Yumo was established. In the fourth year of King Yumo (527BCE), Yumo died. Before his death, Yumo wanted to hand over the throne to Jizha. Jizha declined. He fled from Wu, saying "I have already made it clear that I will not accept the throne. In the past, when the former king issued this command, I had already brought myself into accord with Zizang's integrity. My person and behavior are pure, I admire great moral fortitude and practice my nobility, and act only in accordance with the principles of humaneness. Wealth and rank have as much to do with me as autumn wind blowing by my ears." Therefore he fled back to Yanling. The people of Wu established Yumo's son Zhouyu as the new king, and he was called "King Liao of Wu."
This is from what I am currently reading.>>24116796This is the Odyssey, in Italian, I believe.>>24117049One of those Chinese annals I must think.>>24116699Proust, In Search of Lost Time.
>エゴイストになりきって、しかもそれを当然の事と確信し、いちども自分を疑った事が無いんじゃないか? それなら、楽だ、しかし、人間というものは、皆そんなもので、またそれで満点なのではないかしら、わからない、……夜はぐっすり眠り、朝は爽快なのかしら、どんな夢を見ているのだろう、道を歩きながら何を考えているのだろう、金?
Max Stirner was a German philosopher who wrote a bombshell of a book published in 1845. English speakers know it as The Ego and His Own. It is a difficult book but full of powerful concepts. Stirner contended that people do not have ideas. Rather, their ideas have them. These “fixed ideas” then rule over their thinking. Stirner wrote that a thought was your own only when you “have no misgiving about bringing it in danger of death at every moment.” He actually looked forward to having his own ideas tested and knocked down: “I shall look forward smilingly to the outcome of the battle, smilingly lay the shield on the corpses of my thoughts and my faith, smilingly triumph when I am beaten. That is the very humor of the thing.”
I write booksI don't actually read anyI read a lot in the past though
>>24117074Blue lock (stop reading slop)
what am I reading anons
>>24117074さすが太宰だ、と文体を見ることだけで一瞬でわかるだろう?完読して時間がかなり経ったけど、人間失格だね。
>>24117113That Chekhov story, something about strawberries
>>24117070>Proust, In Search of Lost TimeWrong. It's from Rookwood.
>>24117115Oh wait a seconds it's Gooseberries lmaoI wonder if you're reading the George Saunders book about Russian short stories that has it in
>>24117084Bakemonogatari.
>>24117117right on! and I've read that book (love saunders) but this is in the norton critical edition of his stories. always a pleasure to revisit chekhov
I liked this book. Certainly not what I expected.
>That last night of his leave, he had a remarkable erotic dream about her. He was hanging on a gallows or a high branch—in any case, at a great height—the sun was shining, yet this posture, though certainly uncomfortable, did not seem to involve any immediate inconvenience, since he was taking particular pleasure in contemplating the sun-flooded landscape and the globed treetops far below. But the heart of the sensual joy that filled him was much nearer; beneath him—so close that at times his bare feet almost brushed against her blonde hair—a thin cord suspended Mona by the neck from his ankle. The wind swung both of them gently through the balmy, pleasant air, and from the rope that was strangling Mona. especially when she was shaken by faint convulsions that raised her shoulders, he received—at his bound ankles and also at his neck where the cord took another turn—so exquisite a communication of her naked living weight stretching, searching, piercing his body, that he experienced a physical pleasure he had never known before, this ending in the final indecency attributed to hanged men. Pretty sure this bit was the cause of my dream last night which was probably the most erotic dream I ever had.
>He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart. One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
>He was like a runner who stumbles and must all at once run even faster so as not to fall. But how splendidly he ran.
>>24117049Zhuangzi
>>24117084Honestly what book is this? It's hilarious
>Though this universe I own, I posses not a thing, for I cannot know the unknown if to the known I cling.
>>24116561It's clearly a George R R MARTIN book
>She rode him as if he were a wild beast, up and down, up and down, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her, pressing against him, dropping against him with each fall of her buttocks. While she cried out in ecstasy, he screamed in pain, each bounce of her body atop his bringing another crunching noise from beneath. Soon he no longer made any sound, and she could not get his body to cooperate.>Eventually she screamed one last time, as much in frustration as joy, then she rolled off the young man in the battered reed armor. On one elbow, she sat up and stared into his now lifeless eyes.>He had been very much alive when she had found him but his ribs had been broken, even protruding through the skin in places beneath his armor. His blood had leaked down his sides to form sticky pools in the dirt of the cave.
>>24116561I want you to guess the author based on this single sentence in the middle, it should be apparent even if the specific book isn’t
>>24118290melvile?
>>24118309Correct, now can you guess which of his books it is?
>>24118222My diary desu
>>24118222Demons?
>>24116561
Mogged to death.
>>24118345lying faggot
