/lit/ - Literature

He liked the way they felt. Those granulated cuts of pulpy white starch filed in rank, ordered one by one. Demarcated and directed. Inked and blotted. Sewn in and out, though the threads themselves had started to loosen. The fringe gave it a manic look. The yanks and pulls of clammy hands, the sloshes of a roughened book bag, or a careless drop off a rusted bench through cold morning sunlight into the dewy grass topped off its wearied appearance. It had a yellow discoloration that pleased the soul. The rankness of its age made it no less endearing. All before him laid a piece of someone else born long ago, codified through signifier and signified.

A furtive tilt away of the dusted and torn cover gave rise to awareness. The mood was broken, as had his love for it. A rapid shuffling of the shelves and skins between allotted the space needed for it to be put back again. It would be years before another set of eyes glazed over its silver lettering.

A reverberation danced across the tops of the metal shelves. The voices of the carefree echoed laughter and excitement as a low shuffle of rapid footsteps signaled reconnection and anxiousness. The party drifted out between bronze doors out into the cold winter night, with the love of life in their breasts.

What's a Lost Work by any Literary Figure that you wish you could read?

What books/authors/century has the best english? I mean, like old books that have this way of using English's vocabulary and structure to be able to explain a very specific argument in a dramatic manner.

sorry if this makes no sense. im working the nightshifts and sleep depravation is a bitch