/lit/ - Literature

Doesn't the poem 'Pale Fire' in the novel Pale Fire make an allusion to Finnegans Wake? The poem is 999 lines written with an AABBCC... rhyme scheme. The first line of the poem is
>I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
The 999th line is
>Trundling an empty barrow up the lane
Kinbote makes known in his foreword that the unwritten line 1000 would be the same as line one to "[complete] the symmetry of the structure".
So doesn't this allude to Finnegans Wake, with the opening sentence being a fragment of the final fragmented sentence, begging the reader to begin anew when they reach the end?

>be Nabokov
>be mad that your brother is gay
Can't tell if this is based or cringe

Should be obvious

>>12182978
>he never heard of Tolstoyevsky

>fap once in a day or two
>resume my daily activities without giving it a further thought
i mean if you feel like you're gonna be the next davinci because you haven't jerked off for a month, more power to you and i'm looking forward to your contributions to humanity, but don't bother sane people with your patronizing shit because you've done it 8 times and now you don't

>>11857277
>art necessarily having a didactic purpose
yikes, anita sarkeesian tier

>human condition
begone vermin

>approaching writing literature as if you are set out to write an ethnographical study

a shit thread with a disgusting premise

>>11530332
>expose yourself to ideas, make you think about themes, etc.
get thee begone, vermin

has there ever been anybody more based than nabokov?
>Balzac, Honoré de. Mediocre. Fakes realism with easy platitudes.
>Brecht, Bertolt. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me.
>Camus, Albert. Dislike him. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me. Awful.
>Céline, Louis-Ferdinand. Second-rate. A tense-looking but really very loose type of writing.
>Dostoevsky, Fyodor. Dislike him. A cheap sensationalist, clumsy and vulgar. A prophet, a claptrap journalist and a slapdash comedian. Some of his scenes are extraordinarily amusing. Nobody takes his reactionary journalism seriously.
>Faulkner, William. Dislike him. Writer of corncobby chronicles. To consider them masterpieces is an absurd delusion. A nonentity, means absolutely nothing to me.
>Freud, Sigmund. A figure of fun. Loathe him. Vile deceit. Freudian interpretation of dreams is charlatanic, and satanic, nonsense.
>Gorky, Maxim. A formidable mediocrity.
>Finnegans Wake. A formless and dull mass of phony folklore, a cold pudding of a book. Conventional and drab, redeemed from utter insipidity only by infrequent snatches of heavenly intonations. Detest it. A cancerous growth of fancy word-tissue hardly redeems the dreadful joviality of the folklore and the easy, too easy, allegory. Indifferent to it, as to all regional literature written in dialect. A tragic failure and a frightful bore.
>Lawrence, D. H. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up. Mediocre. Fakes realism with easy platitudes. Execrable.
>Mann, Thomas. Dislike him. Second-rate, ephemeral, puffed-up.
>Marx, Karl. Loathe him.
>Plato. Not particularly fond of him.
>Sartre, Jean-Paul. Even more awful than Camus.

Nabokov on being a synesthete:
>Whenever I read the words "REEEE" I can actually feel my throat constrict and become scratched as if I'm actually "REEEE"ing.

Is it bad that I agree with almost everything he has to say on art/aesthetics?