/lit/ - Literature

Why is it just a picture of a dwarf being fucked?
Here's my contribution for later anyway.
>The painting of Immanuel Kant fills one with feelings of anger, disgust and; eventually, amusement. The composer of this grand project, the one who attempted to conclude 200 years of argument, he who thought he has seen through what he perceived to be mere petty grievances appears to be a mere runt. Gaze upon his deformed countenance, is it not repulsive? I implore you to engage in an arduous introspective meditation, do you not ultimately reach the same conclusions that this humble author does? Does his enormous cranium balancing upon his dwarfish physique not embarrass you? It saddens me that we take the thought of such an ugly little beast so seriously. Clenching one's fist is a sure way to determine how easily it would have been to rend the life from his little body. The man who impressed Kant with his consistent unapologetic empiricism is a fine figure of a man, a rosy cheeked, full bodied Scot. His confident undeniably British face warms one almost as much as a fine mulled claret. Not Kant, his icy nauseating face connotes the taste of horseradish. I for one refuse to accept Kant as a serious philosopher anymore. If it was not already the case, I would wish him dead. The conclusion of this author's thought process is that every word of Kant's writings must be burnt for the sake of posterity.