/lit/ - Literature

>“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

Is there anything more true than this quote? Having such a lofty IQ as I have makes for an extreme feeling of guilt. How can I best apply myself?

At what age is too late to become an Alyosha from an Ivan?
>You're not an Ivan
I'm an Ivan.

>>21926929
Virginia Woolf. To the Lighthouse

>>21903564
>Joseph Andrews
>Spice and Wolf Volume 5
>Pride and Prejudice

>>21901948
The Frogs

>be me
>working on a book that I won't tell you about
>don't write in public because I'm not a fucking dickhead
>do read in public tho because it's cosy
>especially at this cafè my cousins own
>I get free chocky milk and pastries since I'm family (I don't drink coffee)
>sit in the cosy corner and read on my tablet or a physical book sometimes
>atmosphere is chill, there's live music sometimes cause one of my cousins is a guitarfag
>cuties come in and buy coffee and take pics for their orbiter followers on instagram
>don't approach any cause I'm not intrested in coffee chugging whores, just intrested in the New Sun (reading Wolfe rn)
>a regular starts coming in every so often. (I'm there a few times a week) qt3.14 with dark hair and glasses. Looks a little like a young vanessa hudgeons
>she reads at a table away from me but I catch her glancing up a couple times
>she was reading some young adult trash at first, but this one day she comes in with a copy of shadow and claw
>think she must have saw me reading it and wanted to make a move or something
>finally go talk to her after about two months of reading next to eachother every week
>she actually seems excited to talk to me
>talk about the book first, then other books, and other stuff
>turns into an improptu date
>get her number before she leaves and ask her on a date later in the week
>when she's gone I thank Severian for being my wingman

We're all gonna make it, bros

>>21470265
Because there's nothing more sublime than the words of our Creator

>>21462208
Finishing the last couple chapters of Kusamakura by Soseki, then I'll start reading Pride and Prejudice. It's going to be a cozy night. Might hang out with a couple friends in a bit, but we don't normally do much for holidays

>night by silentsailing night while infantina Isobel (who will be blushing all day to be, when she growed up one Sunday, Saint Holy and Saint Ivory, when she took the veil, the beautiful presentation nun, so barely twenty, in her pure coif, sister Isobel, and next Sunday, Mistlemas, when she looked a peach, the beautiful Samaritan, still as beautiful and still in her teens, nurse Saintette Isabelle, with stiffstarched cuffs but on Holiday, Christmas, Easter mornings when she wore a wreath, the wonderful widow of eighteen springs, Madame Isa Veuve La Belle, so sad but lucksome in her boyblue's long black with orange blossoming weeper's veil) for she was the only girl they loved, as she is the queenly pearl you prize, because of the way the night that first we met she is bound to be, methinks, and not in vain, the darling of my heart, sleeping in her april cot, within her singachamer, with her greengageflavoured candywhistle duetted to the crazyquilt, Isobel, she is so pretty, truth to tell, wildwood's eyes and primarose hair, quietly, all the woods so wild, in mauves of moss and daphnedews, how all so still she lay, neath of the whitethorn, child of tree, like some losthappy leaf, like blowing flower stilled, as fain would she anon, for soon again 'twill be, win me, woo me, wed me, ah weary me! deeply, now evencalm lay sleeping;

>be me
>working on a book that I won't tell you about
>don't write in public because I'm not a fucking dickhead
>do read in public tho because it's cosy
>especially at this cafè my cousins own
>I get free chocky milk and pastries since I'm family (I don't drink coffee)
>sit in the cosy corner and read on my tablet or a physical book sometimes
>atmosphere is chill, there's live music sometimes cause one of my cousins is a guitarfag
>cuties come in and buy coffee and take pics for their orbiter followers on instagram
>don't approach any cause I'm not intrested in coffee chugging whores, just intrested in the New Sun (reading Wolfe rn)
>a regular starts coming in every so often. (I'm there a few times a week) qt3.14 with dark hair and glasses. Looks a little like a young vanessa hudgeons
>she reads at a table away from me but I catch her glancing up a couple times
>she was reading some young adult trash at first, but this one day she comes in with a copy of shadow and claw
>think she must have saw me reading it and wanted to make a move or something
>finally go talk to her after about two months of reading next to eachother every week
>she actually seems excited to talk to me
>talk about the book first, then other books, and other stuff
>turns into an improptu date
>get her number before she leaves and ask her on a date later in the week
>when she's gone I thank Severian for being my wingman

We're all gonna make it, bros

Where to find opportunities, what salary to expect, and which jobs to even look for?

>>20851378
>Gormenghast, that is, the main massing of the original stone, taken by itself would have displayed a certain ponderous architectural quality were it possible to have ignored the circumfusion of those mean dwellings that swarmed like an epidemic around its outer walls. They sprawled over the sloping arch, each one half way over its neighbour until, held back by the castle ramparts, the innermost of these hovels laid hold on the great walls, clamping themselves thereto like limpets to a rock. These dwellings, by ancient law, were granted this chill intimacy with the stronghold that loomed above them. Over their irregular roofs would fall throughout the seasons, the shadows of time-eaten buttresses, of broken and lofty turrets, and, most enormous of all, the shadow of the Tower of Flints. This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

>>20822380
That's pretty kino, anon

Why are there no threads on nonfiction? Post something you enjoyed and/or something you are interested in reading.

>>20726121
I'm reading Titus Andronicus right now, and then later I'll read some more of Idylls of the King

>>20700140
>Take it, my love, save me and shelter me. I am your child as I told you and you must be severe with me, my little mother. Punish me as much as you like. I would be delighted to feel my flesh tingling under your hand. Do you know what I mean, Nora dear? I wish you would smack me or flog me even. Not in play, dear, in earnest and on my naked flesh. I wish you were strong, strong, dear, and had a big full proud bosom and big fat thighs. I would love to be whipped by you, Nora love! I would love to have done something to displease you, something trivial even, perhaps one of my rather dirty habits that make you laugh: and then to hear you call me into your room and then to find you sitting in an armchair with your fat thighs far apart and your face deep red with anger and a cane in your hand. To see you point to what I had done and then with a movement of rage pull me towards you and throw me face downwards across your lap. Then to feel your hands tearing down my trousers and inside clothes and turning up my shirt, to be struggling in your strong arms and in your lap, to feel you bending down (like an angry nurse whipping a child’s bottom) until your big full bubbies almost touched me and to feel you flog, flog, flog me viciously on my naked quivering flesh!! Pardon me, dear, if this is silly. I began this letter so quietly and yet I must end it in my own mad fashion.

>>20664257
Immanuel Can't be wrong when it comes to morality, so yes

>>20651363
>read four hours of book
>reward myself with one page of video games

>>20609975
>Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

>>20516319
>>20516894
Heh. Hauntology. I got the joke.

>started making really good progress on my writing last year
>halfway through a novel I was working on
>something traumatic happened to me that required months of therapy to even begin functioning normally again
>hadn't been able to write anything since
I was able to write a full page earlier and it felt really good. I think I'll try to write another one tomorrow