/lit/ - Literature

>TWI book 3
>want to know what happens next
>suddenly 5 chapters of wistram days
why.
especially annoying since these are flashback chapters.
also can i ship ceria and pisces?

Met a cute girl at the rockclimbing gym but she wasn't from my hometown , only visiting.

Bummer.

>>19191563
>>That's why women have zero interests.
>Go to the gym.
>Women in the gym.
>Play hockey.
>After we get off the ice, girl's hockey team gets on.
>Go to band practice at pay rehearsal space.
>Female metal band one rehearsal room over.
>Go to book store.
>Women reading and purchasing books.

>>18815546
>No single problem made Joyce's eye operations, most of them on the left eye, necessary. With varying constancy between 1917 and 1941, he suffered from glaucoma, synecchia, iritis, conjunctivitis, episclerotis, retinal atrophy, and primary, secondary, and tertiary cataracts---all of them painful and incapacitating disease whose gravity and scariness no healthy-sighted person should underestimate. Iritis, in early stages it is said to give the sufferer the sensation of having gritty sand in the eye, and so it forces him into incessant, involuntary tearing and blinking whose unrelieving effect is only to exacerbate the condition. Closing the eye, far from relieving the pain, deepens it, and in severe cases, the pain radiates into the brow, the nose, the cheek, and the teeth, ultimately to bring on severe headaches (see Letters, III, 113-14). While sand can be washed out of the eye, iritis cannot. It either goes away or it doesn't, and in the latter case it can spread. Left untreated, it can ravage the affected eye entirely and overtake the second by "sympathetic infection." Advanced cases of iritis were "cured," in Joyce's day, by removing the entire eyeball. Hence the earliest of Joyce's eye operations: an iridectomy on the right eye (his "good eye") in 1917 was followed by two iridectomies on the left ("the broken window of my soul" [Letters, III, 111]).
>The "cures" seems as painful as the affliction. Joyce would have been conscious during these operations, his eyelid forced back and held open with a speculum, his eyeball grasped with a pair of forceps to prevent any involuntary flinching. He would have "seen" the surgical knife, razored on both edges to allow the doctor a minimum of movement, approach his cornea and cut its way, with a sawing motion, through to the anterior chamber and then into the iris, where its work would have been to slice out any infected tissue. Joyce would have undergone in reality, in short, a kind of horror conceived in a film like Un Chien Andalou to be surreal. And he would also have had occasion, during these procedures, to consider how objects can enter the eye of a subject in ways not usually explored in Newtonian or Helmholtzian treatments of optics.

>>17426451
>All these disgusting inkskins on my board
Did you know that tattoos were originally used to mark criminals and lowlifes? Clearly not much has changed since the times of feudal japan. Disgusting, you should all kys yourselves

nigga you never heard of libgen/scihub?

!?

>>16506488
>Hit the gym, take a shower, and get a clue.
WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT YOU BRAINDEAD FUCKING NORMIE, SO I CAN GET THE APPROVAL OF RETARDED NORMALFAGS LIKE YOURSELF AND DISGUSTING ROASTIES
GET OFF MY BOARD YOU FUCKING NORMALFAG REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>13111229
wait wtf this makes way more sense

>>12945609

>>11298825

“Ah, my dear Gatsby, my good Gatsby, nay, my great Gatsby* — truly, ‘tis a world of great extremes we live in; ‘‘tis a world of war and peace, a world of crime and punishment, a word of the red and the black — nay, we could even call the story of the world a tale of two cities, these cities being opposites. And in this world, in this Wasteland, we poor travelers are ever embarking in search of lost time. Even if we were to live to be a hundred years, ‘twould merely be a hundred years of solitude. ‘Tis a world of people filled with overweening pride and prejudice; verily, to live in this world is a trial. We live as if imprisoned in a castle, and this castle slowly roasts the souls out of us, for the man in the high castle is ever turning up the thermostat, all the way up to Fahrenheit 451. We are trapped in Slaughterhouse Five.

“We are going on a journey to the end of the night, and tender is the night. In this night is a heart of darkness, and in this heart of darkness we shall perhaps undergo a metamorphosis. We shall have to say the long good-bye to the world, have to go into the big sleep...

“Gatsby, I must confess something to you: I, Claudius, hear the call of the wild beckoning to me to enter this night. I want to plunge into this brave new world, filled with sound and fury. Yes, Gatsby — as I lay dying, I shall not grieve, for I look forward to entering that sea-like abyss, where it shall just be an old man (myself) and the sea. I look forward to entering that other world as if through a looking-glass, for, no doubt, in that other world, the sun also rises. I’ll gladly go there even if it means a farewell to my arms; as it is now, Gatsby, my whole psyche is preoccupied by a war of the worlds, by a conflict between the attractions of this world and the allurements of the next one. Yes, Gatsby, I’m going to that other world, going to the lighthouse, the cosmic lighthouse which shines its light (which is the color purple) to show me the way! I hear the crying of lot 49!”

What the fuck Fitzgeraldtolstoydostoyevskystendhaldickenseliotproustmarquezaustenkafkakafkadickbradburyvonnegutcelinefitzgeraldconradconradkafkachandlerchandlergraveslondonhuxleyfaulknerfaulknerhemingwaycarrollhemingwayhemingwaywellwoolfwalkerpynchon you hack

*T.S. Eliot: “immature artists borrow; mature artists steal”

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>>10936963
>>10937333
>but for Lacan it goes to its limit: everything can play the role of phallus and it's constantly displaced. Like Zizek says, a king's crown, to the extent that it works as a symbol of authority rather than merely a metal object, functions as phallus and can stimulate desire in many ways. It may no longer be a biological organ, but it's still a logic of representation and presence (and possession obviously) having a clear place in the Western tradition of identity (permanent object or Platonic Idea - metaphysical self or Soul - eternally identical God).
This is unironically the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard and if Lacan actually is saying something like this then I really begin to understand why people hate postmodern academia so much.

>>10423546
Is this real?

>>10157726
Why do normies ruin everything?

>Give ordering used books online a shot.
>eBay buyer describes it as "Very Good" conditions.
>It arrives and its a battered copy covered in stains.
>Ruins the entire aesthetic of my shelf.

LIES

>>9975260
This is truly the darkest timeline.

>>9856945
>looked for a job for 5 months
>finally got one after seriously, unironically looking very hard
>after 5 months I actually got accepted into university to finish my masters degree
>never thought it would be possible as I did pretty badly on my masters
>but here I am
>had to give up my job because of this

Not a big problem since I get more than enough money from the state for studying at the university but still. Feels like a year of effort thrown out into the trash. I mean I'm just a waiter now but I worked hard for it, but of course, in the long run its better that I get my masters.