/lit/ - Literature

pill me on the filosofia behind remains of the day

i am half way through it but apparently it turns in to some story about naso

i wonder are there madmen like these outside of france

would really like to make their acquaintance

>>12424486

final cunt/unfinished

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The alabaster of Niska‘s behind slammed against the wall. Her messy & sweaty streaks of flax smeared themselves across her creamy antlitz. Deeper down she was burning with redness like a daemoniac flame, like a bloody foetus exploding, teeth gnawing in ivory straightness, lips groaning for tongue & tongue itself stretched out in an attempt to kiss some invisible throb. His pillows were her flat chest, areolae & ducts.

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accompanying illustration now provided

>>12424482

cunt

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He had failed his Gymnasium entry examination & decided he was not prepared to become a tradesman. His primary school & the Gymnasium were attached to the university in Göttingen & he had intended on continuing in to the literature course there. He had read neither the aegyptian texts nor the pre-socratic philosophers. Indeed, all of his philosophic knowledge, if any, came from reading biographies. In short, he was an utterly pretentious young boy & would remain so until his fourteenth summer, reading like Oblomov on a little couch with plush design.
It was this summer that he decided he must lose his virginity or die.

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Niska‘s alabaster slimed against his hairless fourteen-year-old prick preteen-fuckably he thought, as he read a newspaper article about the girl-genius. He saw an image of her outside her old school. She wore a flaxen fringe shining between sun-gold & moon-ivory like some abstract artifact; eyebrows barely visible; eyes like sea-spray that sets against the sky its chrysoprase & cyan; a blush like the pink of pandaemonium (daemoniac & aegyptian); a nose so snotless it was as clean as a varsity couch; a lip so foetal & nubile that it sat like fruit from a tree, waiting to be kissed & licked; teeth like ivory or alabaster, lying loosely upon her lip; a chin perfectly chiselled by some demi-god, slightly tanned & so forth, like lovecraftian horror but in reverse, which lead down to her neck & the lactiferous ducts pressed against cloth; the whiteness of her clothes that sat neatly upon her genitalia & sphincter; the skirt that ended @ her stockings; the stockings that ended @ her girly leathern shoes.
He was lying nude on his hotel bed with daddy‘s money, virginal & pessimistic. Niska took his member & tongued the side of it he thought again, as he stood like some early teenage statue @ the french window. Passing jailbait looked up & one of the girls even tripped in admiration. He was boyish & handsome, but he had no social status to back it up, which would lead to sex. His dark fringe & slightly extended hair wore itself byronically over his dark & perfect eyebrows. His eyes were dark, too. His member hung like a child‘s for the girls to see & stumble over, but as already mentioned, it would lead to nothing & this worried him greatly.

unfinished/untitled

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She had been sent here from some part of Germany in the Baltic region (Ostpreußen or what have you), her brittle nine summers alabaster shining naked in her unclothed state in front of the professionals. They were aroused (this could not be denied) & in her flaxen blushing foetal-lipped perfection she tooth-lippedly lured them on toward the engineering of her womb. They entered syringes in her lactiferous ducks & kissed them, pretending to imbue them with magic aegyptian powers, which the nigh-illiterate peasant girl simply accepted in sexual fear & slight arousal. Before the insemination she was already pregnant by some old guy in the laboratory, so they had to remove this child from her womb before the actual event.
She (the other she) was to be autismal. She practiced techno-telepathy after having jung uploaded to her foetal "cranium".
@ one month (the mother's age being ten summers) she was enrolled to take classes @ the Lycee Condorcet, which had recently gained notoriety as the educational institution which taught such gentlemen as Bergson & Laforgue. After ten days she was taken out of normal classes for two reasons: the incredibly erudite answers which she gave were idiosyncratic & worried the teachers. In other words, she was simply too intelligent for the school. She received a week of intense lessons from a first year student from Ecole Normale Superieure by the aforementioned Bergson & then completed her baccalaureate on the first attempt, finally enrolling for the aforementioned university & also receiving a place. This sort of rigmaroll continued throughout her studies, which she entered a few weeks late, due to some bureaucratic difficulties & ultimately ended up receiving her degree several years earlier than bergson in her first year of infancy. She then deepened the breadth of her bachelor's thesis & handed it in about a month later, waiting around for several months reading books, until she showed up for her viva one day, destroyed all of the supervisors with her erudition & was awarded it on her first try. She was immediately given the title of professor emeritus in psycho-theosophy after all the supervisors quit out of feelings of inadequacy. She remained in this position for several years until @ the age of nine she retired in search of the perfect boyfriend.
It is said that she took the eliadian alias niska because ptah was mistaken & tired when he named her.

i won't name my uni but the lectures are a mixture of feminist neologisms & opaque philosophizing

the best lectures are ones which alternate between lecturers & are basically just introductory statements about poets which will lead on to a better reading of them

the tutors vary

one of my tutors was an utter dunce but i think they just shoved him in to the first semester because they unload the trash there

another tutor was kind of okay for filosofia but maybe rambled on about marxist shite a bit too much

my best tutor was actually a foreigner

he knew a lot about historical context

i fuck myself twice a day

i believe d'annunzio composed a novel about fellatio

i suggest you begin there

>>12420726

i don't kno but i REALLY like the girl in your image

Any vidya that are more just erotic stories & not really all that difficult?

the character is a baltic parthenogenic foetus injected with apergers who communicates through techno-waves the answers to her baccalaureate examination after which she completes her studies @ ens after one year of infancy & is professor emeritus of psycho-theosophy after two summers which leads on to her retirement @ the age of nine who the demiurge gave the balkan name niska because he was tired & mistook the two regions

seven stanzas presumably

a couplet is two lines

that's fourteen lines with five feet (pentameter means five feet)

five iambs to be clear

look up what an iamb is if you do not know

look up words which are iambs

use my character & write two lines for each sin (look them up) based on this character with five iambs for each line

>>12419866

pill me on plebbit

you seem to know your way around there

>>12419320

this is the school she attends throughout her foetushood

they allowed her "mother" (another girl (needs to be young to make the child as health as possible)) to attend even tho it was a boys' school @ the time

>>12419300

also it takes place in the late nineteenth century & bergson is there & laforgue is mentioned

i have an idea for a character for short science fiction

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a baltic parthenogenic foetus injected with apergers who communicates through techno-waves the answers to her baccalaureate examination after which she completes her studies @ ens after one year of infancy & is professor emeritus of psycho-theosophy after two summers which leads on to her retirement @ the age of nine who the demiurge gave the balkan name niska because he was tired & mistook the two regions

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thoughts

cunny

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>>12418235

this is the most boring pretentious shite i have ever read

now i kno who she reminds me of

wait

there doesn't actually seem to be any recognisable form in this poem

i wonder if she genuinely has no understanding of scansion