/lit/ - Literature

he was unironically the greatest writer of the 20th century

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>I do not claim to be 100% Teuton. My dark hair and eyes forbid me that honour. But when I reflect on the fact that hair and eyes are the first things to be chang’d in a blond race upon the least infusion of southern blood, and gold-and-blue scheme being very unstable and liable to revert to the more primitive and deeply hereditary brown or black scheme; I am content to survey my ample height and pallid complexion ( bleach’d by the deep Saxon forests and Scandinavian snows) and pronounce myself 99.9% Teutonick. This supposition is borne out by my coarse features–the rough-hewn physiognomy of a Viking warrior–and by my enthusiastick response to warlike and imperious stimuli. . . .

>As to the artistick capacity of the Nordick in general, I will freely admit that it does not take the most obvious and characteristick forms. The masses of a Nordick race are not so aesthetically responsive as the Mediterranean masses -- though even here we have to reckon with the acute musical sensibility of the Germans. But having made all concessions, I now pause to inquire why artistick capacity is any proper measure of value for race-stock? To my simple old mind, art is merely a more or less unsatisfactory substitute for real life; and when we consider life and action, deeds and conquests, governments and administrations, what race since the Romans can compare with us? Did we not pour down out of our native forests and reclaim a degenerate Europe where civilisation, under effete Mediterranean dregs, was dying out? My God! The very name of France comes from our huge yellow-bearded Franks, and in Spain they call a gentleman a hidalgo -- hijo del goda -- son of the Goth -- the huge blue-eyed, conquering Nordick! Fancy a world without Clovis -- or its Charlemagne -- the Teuton Karlomann, and the Vikings and the Norsemen...ho for the frozen seas and the epick of sleet and blood, strange lands and far wonders! Greenland, Iceland, Normandy, England, Sicily -- the world was ours, and the mountainous billows heaved with the Cyclopean rhythm of our barbarick chants and shouts of mastery! Art? By Woden, were not our deeds and battles, our victories and empires, all parts of a poem more wonderful then aught which Homer cou'd strike from a Grecian lyre?

One of the greatest writers of the 20th century yet /lit/ pseud midwits hate him because of le evil cat name. lovecraft is the anti midwit, the anti ironybro

Why does he make americans seethe so hard?
One of the greatest writers of the 20th century makes americans so mad that they resort to spoutingle ironic niggerman and le indescribable memes