The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit
>>25113846Fucking hell, came here to say this, every time it’s a clear night all it takes is for me to look up and it’s repeating in my head.
>>25113617I'm not crying, you're crying!
>>25113854Probably the best line in english lit so far
>>25113617A footnote in A Vindication of the Rights of Woman reads something like>change a man’s mind against his will>he’s of the same opinion still
>>25113617“Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in the cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed. Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives; and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them. Slowly the damp and rot would infest the pine boxes which held their bodies, and slowly it would touch their flesh and finally it would consume the last vestiges of their substances. And they would become a meaningless part of that stubborn earth to which they had long ago given themselves.”
For that moment I touched an emotion beyond the common range of men, yet one that the poor brutes we dominate know only too well. I felt as a rabbit might feel returning to his burrow and suddenly confronted by the work of a dozen busy navvies digging the foundations of a house. I felt the first inkling of a thing that presently grew quite clear in my mind, that oppressed me for many days, a sense of dethronement, a persuasion that I was no longer a master, but an animal among the animals, under the Martian heel. With us it would be as with them, to lurk and watch, to run and hide; the fear and empire of man had passed away.-War of The Worlds
>>25113846brilliant
>>25113617Last passages of The Road, Wuthering Heights, third day of “The Chase” in MD.
Nor, at the time, had it failed to enter his monomaniac mind, that all the anguish of that then present suffering was but the direct issue of a former woe; and he too plainly seemed to see, that as the most poisonous reptile of the marsh perpetuates his kind as inevitably as the sweetest songster of the grove; so, equally with every felicity, all miserable events do naturally beget their like. Yea, more than equally, thought Ahab; since both the ancestry and posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry and posterity of Joy. For, not to hint of this: that it is an inference from certain canonic teachings, that while some natural enjoyments here shall have no children born to them for the other world, but, on the contrary, shall be followed by the joy-childlessness of all hell’s despair; whereas, some guilty mortal miseries shall still fertilely beget to themselves an eternally progressive progeny of griefs beyond the grave; not at all to hint of this, there still seems an inequality in the deeper analysis of the thing. For, thought Ahab, while even the highest earthly felicities ever have a certain unsignifying pettiness lurking in them, but, at bottom, all heartwoes, a mystic significance, and, in some men, an archangelic grandeur; so do their diligent tracings-out not belie the obvious deduction. To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last among the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that, in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and soft cymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give in to this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. The ineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.
>Now something, oh, kind of funny happens here. Not that Slothrop is really aware of it now, while it’s going on—but later on, it will occur to him that he was—this may sound odd, but he was somehow, actually, well, inside his own cock. If you can imagine such a thing. Yes, inside the metropolitan organ entirely, all other colonial tissue forgotten and left to fend for itself, his arms and legs it seems woven among vessels and ducts, his sperm roaring louder and louder, getting ready to erupt, somewhere below his feet... maroon and evening cuntlight reaches him in a single ray through the opening at the top, refracted through the clear juices flowing up around him. He is enclosed. Everything is about to come, come incredibly, and he’s helpless here in this exploding emprise... red flesh echoing... an extraordinary sense of waiting to rise...
A little Watteau shepherd, all blue and silver like a ray of moonlight
>>25113617ThisAnd>A dark horse, riderless, bolts like a phantom past the winning post, his mane moon foaming, his eyeballs stars.And>(Bloom, broken, closely veiled for the sacrifice, sobs, his face to the earth. The passing bell is heard. Darkshawled figures of the circumcised, in sackcloth and ashes, stand by the wailing wall. M. Shulomowitz, Joseph Goldwater…. ….the Reverend Leopold Abramovitz, Chazen. With swaying arms they wail in pneuma over the recreant Bloom.)>THE CIRCUMCISED: (In a dark guttural chant as they cast dead sea fruit upon him, no flowers) Shema Israel Adonai Elohenu Adonai Echad.
>"The young moon recurved, and shining low in the west, was like a slender shaving thrown up from a bar of gold." - Lord JimNo idea why this imagery stuck, but now the moon is just a gold shaving to me.
>>25113617"No endemic species can survive the stomach of a Han Chinese!"
It's non fiction but this excerpt from Storm of Steel is one of the most badass things ever put to paper.
"Whatever exists without my knowledge exists without my consent."
>>25116704go back
> It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind that swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
Neo China arrives from the future
>>25113617The end of The DeadThe GilderMyshkin and Rogozhin talking about Holbein's painting in The IdiotAndrei meeting Napoleon in War and Peace
The end of Time Regained.
>>25113617"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel."
>Storms, Kaladin thought. I have to help them. It was a laughable thought. How could he help? He was barely functional. It was all he could do to stand there.>But stand. Kaladin. DID.>And somehow it helped. Seeing someone else resist helped. Szeth, groaning, managed to look up at him. Syl stirred.>“How?” Ishar repeated. “What are you?” He gestured toward Szeth. “Are you … are you his spren? His god?”>“No,” Kaladin said. “I’m his therapist.” Ishar blinked.>“… What is that?”>“I honestly have no idea,” Kaladin admittedBrandon… you genious you.
>Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of the cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.Hits so hard after everything Sut goes through
The desert he rode was red and red the dust he raised. The small dust that powdered the legs of the horse he rode, the horse he led.>>25118720The whole book can be posted here. Here's my favorite:>I am a mouse in a grassbole crouching, but I can hear come whicket and swish the clocklike blade of the cradle
>It is said that each day recapitulates the history of the world, coming up out of darkness and cold into confused light and beginning warmth, consciousness blinking its eyes somewhere in midmorning, awakening thoughts a jumble of illogic and unattached emotion, and all speeding together toward the order of noontide, the slow, poignant decline of dusk, the mystical vision of twilight, the end of entropy that is night once more.From Lord of Light. I read it last month and enjoyed it, I enjoyed the humour of it and I preferred it to the Chronicles of Amber that the author also wrote.
>He wondered what kind of life it would be, having to keep swimming all the time to stay exactly in the same place. Pretty similar to his own, he decided.I should re-read Terry Pratchett.
>>25118568>>But stand. Kaladin. DID.
>>25119555Gave me goosebumps.
>>25113846Classic. Also the best chapter of the book in my opinion.
>>25113617The passage towards the end of 2666 about the stars
>>25119874For me it’s Circe and Ithaca bothThe passages this anon >>25116693 posted are part of the reason I can’t pick between them
I know in a way I never knew before that there is nowhere for me to go, nothing for me to do, and no one for me to know.
The wind blew wildly, and it came up through the woods with a noise like a scream, and a great oak by the roadside ground its boughs together with a dismal grating jar. As the red gained in the sky, the earth and all upon it glowed, even the grey winter fields and the bare hillsides crimsoned, the waterpools were cisterns of molten brass, and the very road glittered. He was wonder-struck, almost aghast, before the scarlet magic of the afterglow. The old Roman fort was invested with fire; flames from heaven were smitten about its walls, and above there was a dark floating cloud, like a fume of smoke, and every haggard writhing tree showed as black as midnight against the black of the furnace.
Fucking formatting>It would have been better to be turned to senseless stone ... and to have remained with tears flowing ... without any feeling for sufferings ... than to endure such ills; and that intolerable troubles in the palace should be stirred up against me by men is more wretched than even Niobe's sufferings ... the evils having proceeded so far ... ceased. After the death of the imperial pair the loss of the Caesar and my consequent grief would have been sufficient for the contrition of my soul and body; but now like rivers flowing down from high mountains ... the rivers of ills ... into one torrent which is inundating my house. But now my history must be concluded, for if I were to describe sad events any longer I might become bitter.
>>25116440That book is so good. I had to read every page 11-16 times to understand it but still
>>25117380Great book
>Ransom kept his eyes fixed upon the enemy, but it took no notice of him. Its eyes moved like the eyes of a living man but it was hard to be sure what it was looking at, or whether it really used the eyes as organs of vision at all. One got the impression of a force that cleverly kept the pupils of those eyes fixed in a suitable direction while the mouth talked but which, for its own purpose, used wholly different modes of perception. The thing sat down close to the Lady’s head on the far side of her from Ransom. If you could call it sitting down. The body did not reach its squatting position by the normal movements of a man: it was more as if some external force maneuvered it into the right position and then let it drop. It was impossible to point to any particular motion which was definitely nonhuman. Ransom had the sense of watching an imitation of living motions which had been very well studied and was technically correct: but somehow it lacked the master touch. And he was chilled with an inarticulate, night-nursery horror of the thing he had to deal with— the managed corpse, the bogey, the Unman.
>Freedom is not achieved by satifying desire but by eliminating it.t. going through his stoic phase.
''I'm sorry," she said. "It isn't just Wally Campbell. I'm just picking on him because you mentioned him. And because he just looks likesomebody that spent the summer in Italy or someplace.""He was in France last summer, for your information," Lane stated. "I know what you mean," he added quickly, "but you're being goddam un--""All right," Franny said wearily. "France." She took a cigarette out of the pack on the table. "It isn't just Wally. It could be a girl, for goodness' sake. I mean if he were a girl--somebody in my dorm, for example--he'd have been painting scenery in some stock company all summer. Or bicycled through Wales. Or taken an apartment in New York and worked for a magazine or an advertising company. It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so--I don't know--not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and--sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way."
>>25113846>>25113854/lit/faggots are so monkeybrained they go ooh ooh aah aah when the night sky is described as a tree with ripe fruit lmao
>>25120637Are you that faggot from /tv/ the other day? Why haven’t you gone back yet? Can’t find your way? Not unexpected if so.
>awakened not by *them*, awakened far off by others!chills
>>25120149What is this from exactly?
>>25120771>describe this but its the sky>ooh ooh ahh ahhhI knew this was a pretentious board but I didn't know how much lmao
>>25120814it's pretentious to enjoy the simple pleasures of imagination?
>>25120819No, but you gotta be careful you don't end up being like this guyhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlFeBxSBZUo
The attract mode for Time Crisis is cooler and more interesting than any wordswords ITT glad I'm a gamer bro. AI can already write better books than you people but it won't ever be able to build a 32" crt, lightguns and an action packed arcade experience. fags.
>>25120845You couldn't write a paragraph about a cat with diarrhea
>>25120907The cat diarrhea'd angrily. "Meow" he catcalled, as the Game-of-Thronesical liquid contorted out of his felinous rump-quarters. How long is a paragraph, he wondered shittingly.
>>25120845>gamerAh, you must be one of those fellows who had no issue with Infinite Jest>>25120920Kek
>>25113617"You, of course, may help yourself as often as you like," he said, as though to justify himself, "but we here, as you are bound to have noticed, serve food twice and pour wine twice. Never once and never three times. A book, if you expect wonders of it, should also be read twice. It should be read once in youth, when you are younger than its heroes, and the second time when you are advanced in age and the book's heroes become younger than yourself. That way you will see them from both sides of their years, and they will be able to put you to the test on the other side of the clock, where time stands still. This means that sometimes it is forever too late to read some books, just as sometimes it is forever too late to go to bed...."a Landscape Painted from Tea
>>25113617The spray of their moment’s happiness is flung so high and dazzlingly over the wide sea of suffering that the light of it, spreading its radiance, touches others too with its enchantment.
>It's been hopeless for a long time, from the very beginning. You will never represent, Raphaël, a young girl's erotic dream. You have to resign yourself to the inevitable; such things are not for you. It's already too late, in any case. The sexual failure you've known since your adolescence, Raphaël, the frustration that has followed you since the age of thirteen, will leave their indelible mark. Even supposing that you might have women in the future -- which in all frankness I doubt -- this will not be enough; nothing will ever be enough. You will always be an orphan to those adolescent loves you never knew.
>In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
>>25121300>nasty, dirty, wet holeSpeaking from experience there, J.R?
We made love twice, before making our attempt.
I inserted my genitals into the desk drawer and ejaculated.It happened because she came on to me, so she has to take responsibility for it.By using the inside wall of the desk, I was able to simulate the feeling pretty well.As a result, I ejaculated inside the desk.And that's why I'm so stoic now.I decided to wipe the semen off the desk...I think this should be a pretty good method of contraception.Using contraception is just good manners for a man...I thought about what my responsibility was as the man in the relationship since I had finished up.
>>25121323Nipponese porn games are something else
>>25113617
>>25120074Sad about its reputation though.
>>25121345Wdym?
>>25121348https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/It_was_a_dark_and_stormy_night
>>25121352Oh yeah, I've read that before. I can understand why people feel that way but it doesn't bother me. I would never use that particular phrase of course but I don't see anything wrong with it. Most authors would kill to have something remembered 1 week from now, much less years and years later. It's hackneyed now but at the time it wasn't
>>25121323Only visual novel I’ve ever actually read, since I hate Japan’s culture, yes I know what website I’m on, but I did enjoy it. It was as depressing as it is trippy and deranged.
>>25121355I enjoy it myself, i feel like it became so hackneyed, this style was eschewed entirely. So hopefully this reputation will fade. It’s better than most bestselling shit being churned out.
>>25121375I don't disagree with you. I had to stop reading fiction in 2007 because everything was turning into slop. I miss it but I like being informed about the real world better than learning about mantis alien race #5336. I think I've read two fiction books in 19 years. Kinda depressing
>>25121382That’s why I only read poetry or non fiction now. I do read some of my favourites from when I read novels more often, but only a select few that I truly loved.
>>25121400Poetry is underrated these days. It's a dying genre unfortunately
>>25121306Yeah, he was in WW1. He lived in a nasty trench for a while.
>>25122055Okay, yeah that makes sense, of course, a common known fact is that he fought in WWI so it’s only natural.I initially planned to respond to this post with jocose and vulgar twists on the “nasty trench” part of it (I was going to imply it was a euphemism for something else). But it’s okay, I’m not such a degenerate that I’d post something so indecorous.
>>25113617That's stupid and uninteresting>>25113855I'm really not>>25120637You're an unwanted presence here
>The hymn had engaged my attention; when it was over I had time to take stock of the congregation. They were chiefly farmers—fat, very well-to-do folk, who had come some of them with their wives and children from outlying farms two and three miles away; haters of popery and of anything which any one might choose to say was popish; good, sensible fellows who detested theory of any kind, whose ideal was the maintenance of the status quo with perhaps a loving reminiscence of old war times, and a sense of wrong that the weather was not more completely under their control, who desired higher prices and cheaper wages, but otherwise were most contented when things were changing least; tolerators, if not lovers, of all that was familiar, haters of all that was unfamiliar; they would have been equally horrified at hearing the Christian religion doubted, and at seeing it practised.
>>25113617And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one.Or He heard the distant sound of laughter, and he turned his head toward its source. A group of students had cut across his back-yard lawn; they were hurrying somewhere. He saw them distinctly; there were three couples. The girls were long-limbed and graceful in their light summer dresses, and the boys were looking at them with a joyous and bemused wonder. They walked lightly upon the grass, hardly touching it, leaving no trace of where they had been. He watched them as they went out of his sight, where he could not see; and for a long time after they had vanished the sound of their laughter came to him, far and unknowing in the quiet of the summer afternoon.What did you expect? he thought again.Both make me want to kill myself
>>25122566What are they from?
>>25116440I could tell by the eleventh word alone what this book is.
>>25122842Book of Disquiet is the first one, not too familiar with the second one however, looks like Stoner.
>>25117432This fucking sucks.You can tell when an author is an annoying navel-gazing faggot when they can't for the life of them disconnect their prose from the myopic perspective of the viewpoint character.>I watched his hand->I saw on odd smile->I nodded my answer-Etc.Amateur hour. "I watched his hand holding the fire move across the table," what an awkward and shitty sentence. Here's a rewrite I'm typing without even needing to think about it that's better, "The fire in his hand flickered as his hand waved over the table."Like, come on, dude. I'm not a writer and even I can do better than that. Who the fuck wrote this?
>>25123123Me
>>25123135Oh, sorry!I would have been vastly more polite about it if I didn't think you were quoting something that had actually been published somewhere.Anyway, genuine advice, stop obsessing over your protagonists viewpoint. You don't need to remind the reader that the protag is literally seeing everything. That's common sense.If the wallpaper is blue, you can just say, "The wallpaper is blue," you don't need to write, "I saw that the wallpaper is blue."Hopefully now that you can see how bad that is it'll become common sense going forward. There are other issues, but that's the only one bad enough that it actively pisses me off.
>>25123147That nigga might be lying to you, either way it looks like some shitty genre slophttps://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23197269-aurora
>>25123160Bear in mind this is just what I got from pasting it into Google, but I don’t think it is this book, I think it’s Sanderson or something
>>25123173I despise Brandon Sanderson so goddamn much.
>>25123160My quote, >>25121331, is from Aurora, which is absolutely not genre slop.Other anon's post is from Joseph Anderson, one of the many YT video essayists who develop a weird parasocial following. They tried their hand at writing big boy books instead of multihour YT scripts, and failed utterly.
>You might think that the idle dreamer who never lives up to his fantasized potential is overestimating his talent, this is wrong-- he accurately senses in himself the reasonable probability of success through effort and it stops him cold. The work seems massive but worse, much worse, all that work would negate the talent. If he improves through work, then he wasn't special. What will become of the girl who dreams of scoring big with a bicycle kick if she ends up becoming reliably good enforcer? “Wait, what?” How do her obligations change? In which of those must she always act, not react? In which must she become-- dependable?i fucking lovehate this deranged book
for me, it's EcclesiastesThe words of Koheleth son of David, king in Jerusalem.Vanity of vanities, said Koheleth; vanity of vanities, all is vanity.What profit has man in all his toil that he toils under the sun?A generation goes and a generation comes, but the Earth endures forever.The sun rises and the sun sets, and to its place it yearns and rises there.It goes to the south and goes around to the north; the will goes around and around, and the will returns to its circuits.All the rivers flow into the sea, yet the sea is not full; to the place where the rivers flow, there they repeatedly go.All things are wearisome; no one can utter it; the eye shall not be sated from seeing, nor shall the ear be filled from hearing.What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.There is a thing of which someone will say, "See this, it is new." It has already been for ages which were before us.But there is no remembrance of former generations, neither will the later ones that will be have any remembrance among those that will be afterwards.I am Koheleth; I was king over Israel in Jerusalem.And I applied my heart to inquire and to search with wisdom all that was done under the heaven. It is a sore task that God has given to the sons of men with which to occupy themselves.I saw all the deeds that were done under the sun, and behold, everything is vanity and frustration.What is crooked will not be able to be straightened, and what is missing will not be able to be counted.I spoke to myself, saying, "I acquired and increased great wisdom, more than all who were before me over Jerusalem"; and my heart saw much wisdom and knowledge.And I applied my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly; I know that this too is a frustration.For in much wisdom is much vexation, and he who increases knowledge, increases pain.
>>25123568sauce?
>>25113617>And it came to me that these trees had been hardly smaller when I was yet unborn, and had stood as they stood now when I was a child playing among the cypresses and peaceful tombs of our necropolis, and that they would stand yet, drinking in the last light of the dying sun, even as now, when I had been dead as long as those who rested there. I saw how little it weighed on the scale of things whether I lived or died, though my life was precious to me. And of those two thoughts I forged a mood by which I stood ready to grasp each smallest chance to live, yet in which I cared not too much whether I saved myself or not. By that mood, as I think, I did live; it has been so good a friend to me that I have endeavored to wear it ever since, succeeding not always, but often.>And what of the dead? I own that I thought of myself, at times, almost as dead. Are they not locked below ground in chambers smaller than mine was, in their millions of millions? There is no category of human activity in which the dead do not outnumber the living many times over. Most beautiful children are dead. Most soldiers, most cowards. The fairest women and the most learned men—all are dead. Their bodies repose in caskets, in sarcophagi, beneath arches of rude stone, everywhere under the earth. Their spirits haunt our minds, ears pressed to the bones of our foreheads. Who can say how intently they listen as we speak, or for what word?
>>25122863>26Yes it's from Pessoa and John Williams
>>25113617A word that still today is among the foulest there are was heard more often: pussy... they had pussies, it was said. A type of furry animal. Smoother and juicier than the anus and not as heathenly narrow. Whoever tried it was immediately sold... Amfortas! It was "die Wunde". It was a bleeding, putrid wound that would never heal. It was with their pussies that they took Norrland away from us.
>>25123912sadly, porn
>>25120822But doesn't everyone here always complain about how modern world is insincere and irony-poisoned? Here's a man displaying sincere emotion over his childhood favorite movies, and the people's first response is to mock him. Is sincerity good or bad?
Meme took her hand and let herself be led. The last time that Fernanda saw her, trying to keep up with the novice, the iron grating of the cloister had just closed behind her. She was still thinking about Mauricio Babilonia, his smell of grease, and his halo of butterflies, and she would keep on thinking about him for all the days of her life until the remote autumn morning when she died of old age, with her name changed and her head shaved and without ever having spoken a word, in a gloomy hospital in Cracow.
>>25124082wolfefags think this trash is on the level of proust and joyce. LMAO
Already posted as an OP to my Burroughs thread, but...>Now kid what are you doing over there with the niggers and the apes? Why don't you>straighten out and act like a white man?—After all they're only human cattle—You know that>yourself—Hate to see a bright young man fuck up and get off on the wrong track— Sure it>happens to all of us one time or another—Why the man who went on to invent Shitola was>sitting right where you're sitting now twenty-five years ago and I was saying the same things to>him—Well he straightened out the way you're going to straighten out—Yes sir that Shitola>combined with an ape diet—All we have to do is press the button and a hundred million more>or less gooks flush down the drain in green cancer piss—That's big isn't it?—And any man with white blood in him wants to be part of something>big—You can't deny your blood kid—You're white white white
Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up, she was shitting brown water. The more she drank the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water.
>>25124393He’s clearly overdoing it, it’s not sincere, he’s putting it on for the viewers. It’s probably easy for him to cry too since he looks very emasculated (okay, maybe that was silly of me to say, I hold no ill will to him)
>>25124082This is vapid and purple sorry to say
>>25113617“You pretended envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary to and from Jupiter Tonans,” laughed I; “you mere man who come here to put you and your pipestem between clay and sky, do you think that because you can strike a bit of green light from the Leyden jar, that you can thoroughly avert the supernal bolt? Your rod rusts, or breaks, and where are you? Who has empowered you, you Tetzel, to peddle round your indulgences from divine ordinations? The hairs of our heads are numbered, and the days of our lives. In thunder as in sunshine, I stand at ease in the hands of my God. False negotiator, away! See, the scroll of the storm is rolled back; the house is unharmed; and in the blue heavens I read in the rainbow, that the Deity will not, of purpose, make war on man’s earth.”
>my feet! my fiery feet! my burning feet of fiery flame!
From Last King of Osten Ard
>>25126178I fear you've lost your sense of taste somewhere along the road toward social approval.
>>25126868If I cared about social approval I wouldn’t have bought the Zelda Twilight Princess manga from my local bookstore
>>25113617The vast tackles have now done their duty. The peeled white body of the beheaded whale flashes like a marble sepulchre; though changed in hue, it has not perceptibly lost anything in bulk. It is still colossal. Slowly it floats more and more away, the water round it torn and splashed by the insatiate sharks, and the air above vexed with rapacious flights of screaming fowls, whose beaks are like so many insulting poniards in the whale. The vast white headless phantom floats further and further from the ship, and every rod that it so floats, what seem square roods of sharks and cubic roods of fowls, augment the murderous din. For hours and hours from the almost stationary ship that hideous sight is seen. Beneath the unclouded and mild azure sky, upon the fair face of the pleasant sea, wafted by the joyous breezes, that great mass of death floats on and on, till lost in infinite perspectives.
>>25120637Wtf does even heaventree mean, night sky looks like a river not a fucking tree
>>25127464touch grass
>>25127416cringe
>>25126794That sounds very anti-American.
You never know what worse luck your bad luck as spared you
“But have you noticed the slight curl at the end of Sam II's mouth, when he looks at you? It means that he didn't want you to name him Sam II, for one thing, and for two other things it means that he has a sawed-off in his left pants leg, and a baling hook in his right pants leg, and is ready to kill you with either of them, given the opportunity. The father is taken aback. What he usually says, in such a confrontation, is "I changed your diapers for you, little snot." This is not the right thing to say. First, it is not true (mothers change nine diapers out of ten), and second it reminds Sam II of what he is mad about. He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.”
