/lit/ - Literature

>>7908336
your knees are very fuckable honeycunt

WALDEN

>>7384218
I am not subject to the global rules.

You should make a pro-wrestling board.

Does your dad have a shotgun in the house? Step seven isn't included at the link but if you look at yourself long enough in the mirror it will come to you.

http://www.wikihow.com/Load-a-Shotgun

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_Being_Right

Don't make me suggest it.

No

>>6977603

>>6607987
I realize it is intimidating to talk to someone who, in a sea of mindless blanks, is audacious enough to post with a name. Trust me, if you take my advice, your life will drastically improve. I am only trying to help you.

See Carter, Marcel Proust, p. 304, regarding the plan to translate Thoreau's Walden.

>Proust himself was a disciple of Emerson’s; his first book is dotted with Emerson epigraphs all over the place. And it’s kind of staggering to think about, but at one time he had planned to translate Walden into French. Wouldn’t that have been something? When he read excerpts of Walden in another translation, he praised them in a letter to his friend by saying, “It is as though one were reading them inside oneself, so much do they rise from the depths of our intimate experience.” And that’s such a great Proustian bit of praise. That’s what Proust is always looking for. I think of Proust’s cork-lined room and Thoreau’s cabin in Walden as the two iconic places where a writer burrowed into himself in solitude and got to a place that spoke incredibly intimately to his readers. That’s the kind of Emerson project of becoming self-reliant, and that’s when you become universal. And Thoreau and Proust—which is a strange combination, but I think it’s really right, I mean Remembrance of Things Past is one of the only books almost as long as Thoreau’s journal—but they’re the ones who really did it.

Since you obviously do not know what you are talking about, I will keep my comments on Ruskin to myself.