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>>4705669

Real anecdotes or GTFO

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>>2805878

jesus christ

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>>2344666
>666

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>>1485751

>he does it within the hindu frame of mythology

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>>1295426

i was just referring to the idea that much of this literary analysis is, effectively, meaningless. you make a statement about a work and defend it. in the end it's pointless since it's all opinion and the only thing that really matters is "did you enjoy it or not?"

remember 'fahrenheit 451'? you know how everyone "knows" it's about censorship? well, it's not. it's about the death of intellectualism from the rise of television. but everyone is so hung up on reading so deeply into shit that they pretty much ignored what bradbury flat-out told everyone the story is addressing.

that's where my problem creeps in. i'd like to think that i'm a reasonably intelligent person, but a wall comes up when i'm forced to extract meaning from something. sure, the poem is all about grief and suffering and the narrator's decent into madness, but so what? does there really need to be three pages written about it? what is anyone gaining from this?

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>>732557
>furry comic

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>>683394
Thread over. Now.

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>>652456

>the last of the mohicans
>hated

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ITT we trolll it

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Mrs. Dalloway is
one never ending sentence without breath
that wanders in and out of the minds of 25 people
over the span of one day

It made me dizzy with confusion and I longed for a resting place so I could shut the book and put it away.

It had no plot, It had no point.

The book did have a lyrical feel to it and could be read as one would read a book of poetry.

The only symbol that I understood and really enjoyed was Big Ben tolling the hour and marking time. One cannot escape the passage of time, as all of the characters in Mrs. Dalloway discovered. I also like the fact that the story ended where it began, with Mrs. Dalloway as the central figure—symbolizing the futility of all our worry.

THE POINT OF IT WAS THAT COMMON PEOPLE CAN BE COMPLEX INDIVIDUALS.

I MAD

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