/lit/ - Literature

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The afternoon is almost upon us, Cambridge friend, and I wish you good afternoon in advance despite the fact that we are sworn enemies! I very much doubt however that my peers experienced a net pleasure that was superior in amount to the net pleasure of my own late teenage years, especially when considering that by the formulation of JS Mill and other Elite geniuses the pleasure I (a profound thinker) experienced while gazing most rapturously upon a swan feeding its young on a chilly day in 2009 is far more valuable and valid than the quote unquote pleasure experienced by my classmate Nick who is rumoured to have bummed a girl from Year 11. Indeed I would argue that the more sensory a pleasure the less enviable it is. I may have spent my life as a back bedroom casualty but even the pleasures I experienced within that room meant more to me than all of the "nights out", "parties", "orgies", "hook ups" etc experienced by my less academic peers. Whether or not the crowd is laughing at one is again irrelevant to the internal grandeur of one's life. If people laugh at my threads and by the representation of myself I display within, then I am humbled by the fact I have brought a smile to their face despite the misery and squalor of their proletarian life.