/lit/ - Literature

WG Sebald

>Humans are present, everywhere upon the face of the earth, extending their dominion by the hour, moving around the honeycombs of towering buildings and tied into networks of complexity that goes for beyond the power of any one individual to imagine, from thousands of hoists and winches that once worked the South African diamond mines to the floors of today's stock and commodity exchanges, through which the global tides of information flow without cease. If we view ourselves from a great height, it is frightening to realize how little we know of our species, our purpose, and our end...

>>10125800
Unironically

I actually bring him up whenever I can but most of the time no one replies.

He's on some of the /lit/core charts though, so I dunno.

As I read , sunken half-asleep in the woolen chair which I dragged from the middle of my hotel room to the improvised desk on which my dearest netbook stood, this quaint Anonymous post on a decadent image-board which features a rather plump Bugs Bunny with a priggish smirk, no doubt in his mind rejecting the suggestion that he ought to moderate his consumption of carrots, I could not help but think of poor old Sir Gregory Silverhemp, the seventh duke of Nightingale county, and his castle on the southern hills of Evergreen overlooking Crosspond lake, where many a feast would be held, featuring all imaginable confections and foodstuff that could be devised from carrots, such as carrot cake with dark chocolate fudge, carrot pudding with black and yellow raisins inside, carrot marmalade spread on brown bread sparkled with Brazil-nuts and macadamias, carrot pies with cinnamon and cream, and savory carrot and chicken pies with green peas and cream-cheese. It is said that the residents of Silverhemp castle, many of which belonged to the highest aristocracy, would, by the end of the evening, evacuate in such bright-orange and sleazy crayola hues that their servants would spend all morning scrubbing the stools of the estate's latrine, trying desperately to rid them of their fresh stains. I thought to myself, staring at my now-asleep LED monitor, that there is no more human activity than that of helplessly trying to scrub away vestiges of such atrocities... (next 3 pages covers war crimes in vivid detail)

no one will probably guess this because it's a non-meme author