/lit/ - Literature

We get 'what is the best translation of x' threads all the time, so wouldn't it be prudent to add a recommended translation section to the wiki?

>winter
>have 4 hours between classes
>go to a cafè near the university to read before classes
>pull out a huge linguistics textbook
>drink tea
>revising before classes
>always sit at the table in the middle
>people from all directions dart curious glances at me
>It's distracting
>go to class
>didn't remember anything since I had to stop every few seconds due to the piercing eyes
>passed linguistics with a B+

I like to tell myself that it is because these people ruined my first reading of the chapters, but deep inside I know I got a B because I suck and I can't accept the blame for my own mistakes.

I went to the bookstore to look for Thomas Pynchon and they only had Inherent Vice, explain

>Drew Morris doesn’t just feel like an outsider in his football-crazed Texas town—he actually is. He sucks at sports, even though his dad is the high school football coach. And his supposed “teen growth spurt” has yet to be seen, so he’s sure his freshman year will be filled with seniors stuffing him in lockers.

>However, Drew is spared from the bullying he expects. Instead, a girl named Skye—who constantly dons horse ears and talks about My Little Pony—becomes everyone’s target. Drew feels bad for her, but he’s not about to stand up and take her place. At least not until he discovers what these My Little Ponies are all about.

>Babysitting his younger sister one night, Drew is forced to watch My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. Much to his surprise, he finds himself actually paying attention to the show . . . and maybe even wanting to watch another episode after his sister is in bed. As school drags on, lonely and boring, he keeps sneaking episodes on his tablet until he has watched every single one. Not only that, but he’s even started drawing the ponies in his spare time. He knows if anyone finds out how much he likes the show, he’ll be a dead man walking like Skye.

>As it becomes harder to keep his secret while he has to watch Skye get bullied for the one thing that has made him happy all year, Drew faces some important choices. Read about Drew’s search for friends and self-acceptance in My Little Brony.

CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE ACQUIRE THE EBOOK OF THIS SO I MAY PERUSE IT?

>tfw you're living the literary lifestyle

>>6499572

>9:00 am woke up and put "daisy" my 38 (snubnose revolver) in my mouth, as is my morning routine. I held her there until I stopped crying. Put some petrulli oil on my armpits, forgoing a shower as usual and head out to meet the world.
>10:00 am Because I woke up late I skipped class, as usual, and headed to the library to talk to Dorris (the 90 year old librarian) I attempted to banter with her about Joyce and but as usual she was having none of it, seemingly obsessed with her knitting. I called her a gauche cunt and left in a huff
>12:00 pm I went to the park for lunch to eat bread an elderly man was trying to feed the pigeons (I couldn't afford a proper lunch because I had spent my parents monthly allowance on Oxycontin)
>1:00 pm Went to Starbucks to work on my postmodern novella. Barista tried to ignore me No doubt intimidated by my mysterious, aloof, persona. I told her that women who tried to penetrate the depths of my psyche often find themselves penetrated (in coitus)
>6:00 pm went to masked dinner party at my college professor's house. Pigeon stew was on the menu and the talk was boisterous. Still I felt morose. I Informed the guests that I could have poisoned them easily. They seemed nonplussed.
>8:00 pm after dinner we all had a masked orgy as usual. It was utterly drab.

>2015
>still not embracing the absurd

explain yourselves

>>6309704
I like it.

>>6303971
>i care about the quality of posts on my french wife swapping board

genius, absolutely genius. rap is truly the poetry of our age.

>>6248322
>I had a long fruitful discussion
get da fuk out u fuggin beech kunt shit ur fuckin ruinin this site with ur weeb faggot manchild ass

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest I go to, than I have ever known.

/lit/ is a containment board

>tfw you're smarter than the so called genius protagonist in the book
looking at you orson scott card

>>6154632
memes aside 26 times is an achievement albeit a borderline autistic obsession

>>6107202
i honestly image most lit posters like pic related this is a compliment

Shitposting thread?

Pic related it's how I imagine OP

Could you please post the same photo but with toast caught in your scarf?

Magnum Optimus:

I’ll usually find myself in damp, dark corners or whatever crawlspace I can manage to scuttle to in order to avoid the harsh judgmental eyes of the general public as I flick my tongue and lick my lips while racing through pages of Lolita as my pants tighten and my eyes widen but ultimately resisting the urge to release the culminating pressure without the cover of nightfall to conceal my morally misguided actions. “Repent! Repent!”, I’ll shout to the onlookers, the passersbys, the Heavens! as they turn a blind eye to their witnessing of a man commit such feverish sin. The authorities may come. And let them. They have no right, God given or man-made, to interfere with the realization of true art through the criticism of its haters or admiration of its lovers, the completion of its purpose found in the eyes of those that may hopefully receive some semblance of erotic throbbing in their scepters or caverns of passion from gazing upon it, the gift given by its opportunity to be coupled with its antithesis in a moment of concurrent opposition and consummation. This is my contribution to the commendable field of classic literary smut; made enveloped in the crusted wall, cardboard enclosure which frees me from socially constructed norms as a butterfly is freed from the confines of gravitation, which had once forced upon it the humiliation of a life spent crawling on its belly, groveling in the dust and dirt before its self roused release to the heavens, yet it binds me to my mindful burdens in a cruel, ironic twist back to fate.
At my celebratory cremation ceremony, a pastie-clad President will ask me before my victims, “¿Why?” and I will tell him, “One day, you too may be graced with the ability of comprehending true literary genius as I do, appreciating the synthesis of exquisitely harmonized prose and plot as I do, realizing the burden of the knowledge of understanding of the incomparable ecstasy of the burden of knowledge as I do. One day you too may be patrician. Rock’n’roll 2012”.

The irony is that this re-edited image trying to bash books still implies that a poorly written passage in a book is more substantial than a film. Try again /tv/.

I looked upon the ass, and licked my lips lovingly, I slowly peered into the moistened crack and pried apart the soft buttocks, feeling the warmth against my palms. I breathed in the warm musk of feces and vagina and daintily flicked my tongue against the slightly hairy butthole.

>mathematics is a method of logic

>>5934663