/lit/ - Literature

firstly, nothing of science or math. I want a romantic-ass world driven by passions. Not all that faggy logic and reason and shit.

1. The Holy Bible
2. Collected works of T.S. Eliot
3. We
4. The Vedas
5. The Popul Vuh
6. Wuthering Heights (bitch I ain't kiddin')
7. Sons and Lovers
8. A Hero of Our Time
9. Orlando
10. This Side of Paradise

this is the world I'd shape.
this is the world of Vdubby.

This is the house where I want to summer.
I'd read all day and give loving glances at D&E.
Uncle capsguy might come to visit.
The house would be filled with the cherubic laughter of BB and Fabulous
We'd phone "uncle" onionring from time to time.
Letters would come in the mail from our old friend Truman Capote
and I'd molest little Braxxy out on the cliff, where no one could hear us.

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Thanks, everyone.
Any more suggestions?

Bumping once to keep on the front page.

I'll upload the beginning in this thread in a few hours if anyone's interested, or willing to give criticism.

So, he was going on about quantum physics. I could follow him. I swear I could. He was talking about hypothetical light modulations, their respective sets of mathematical proofs, their axioms, and but of course the following experiments -- if conducted with the necessary instruments -- which could produce the most pleasing set of numbers withoutadoubt certifying said modulations.

I was following him. I was watching his hands. They were in the air and moving in circles. As he was speaking I could feel the math, or what I thought he thought was the math. But in the end, the whole ordeal was ineffable.

"So, after you've derived that much, that far in, it is only what it is with what you see it with," he said.

"But those numbers. You said them," I said. "What happened to them?"

Outside, visible only through the window, you could see the snow piling in small funny hills alongside the road and its markers. There were others out there. They were waist deep in the snow. They didn't even have any shovels.

But all this isn't a worry. There's plenty of heat in the house. I should just get back to work.

So, he was going on about numbers and I understood every word that came from out of his mouth and out onto and into the air.