/lit/ - Literature

Finally stepping up your game and coming to terms with the fact that e-readers are for the unwashed casual masses.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

>>4798098
NeoMedevilism would be the ideal to combat marxism

There haven't been any good writers since the Masonic Revolt of 1789 its not just the post moderns

>>4359173
By Machiavellian, do you mean a Republican statesman who worked tirelessly for the good of his people even against his own personal interest and an enormous, tenderly moving classiboo?

>>4318978
7.5/10

>it was satire

>>4232575
>guys it was satire

>>4209723
>tfw they call your work satire

>Orthodox can take Catholic communion but Catholics can't take Orthodox communion

>>3995317
>The Saga of Gisli the Outlaw

Heads up, the amazon description has a spoiler, a very unfortunate spoiler.

>mfw

>>3738393
Better men than you have had reading clothes.

"When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world."

"When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world."

“When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty, workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them, and there I taste the food that alone is mine, and for which I was born. And there I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives of their actions, and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexation, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass indeed into their world.”