/lit/ - Literature

>tfw live in one and work in another

>go to lit/ to engage in spiritually uplifting detachment of philosophical beauty
>have to endure staring at perfectly shaped jezebel frames
FUCK OFFFFF

>those faggots who claim to have read 1500+ pages in a single month
either stop skimming, or get a fucking job

>the deductions in parmenides

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.