/lit/ - Literature

>On one hand there are temporary beings whom we love but who are ever changing, and beyond them there is the eternal object of love itself which is incorruptible, permanent, and ideal. And yet it is not only through the former that we can take cognizance of the latter, we would, without the former, actually have no idea of the latter, the imperfect relative giving us our only idea of the perfect absolute, and we advance by the dangers of delay, shipwrecked from a boat to know the sea, where mildness, glassed in the fragments of storm, must be discerned. Time is the evil, usurping the semblance of eternity. Your prayer, your disappointment, are the same.

Wow. Why does everyone say Moby Cock is the great American novel when Thoreaux blows it out of the water in each of its 720 beautiful pages? In a hundred years whatever is left of the literary establishment will prostrate themselves before the altar of Darconville's Cat.

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not the person to whom you're responding but pic related is a difficult book