/lit/ - Literature

>>8825501
I know your feel though

>tfw too intelligent and nihilistic to acquire new learning

Read a summary of the plot, it's literally fanfiction-tier trash that doesn't even follow the rules of its own universe.

what do you do when you've run out of things to say?

Do you inscribe books you gift to others? Have you received any interesting inscribed books yourself?

>Letter from an Unknown Woman
>Downfall of the Heart
>The Miracles of Life
by Stefan Zweig.

Broke my heart. All of them.

>>7049451
Just when I forgot that women are whores.

>>6999407
Consuls tale too, man.

>>6968010
thought that was gonna be a hot euro chick bringing me molly but no

>>6660199

"He seems lonely. What do we do?"

I couldn't answer and instead stared. Jean's voice was loud enough that the man could easily hear, but he did not turn, and looked into the grate where the water fell into a river of gas and oil and mud. His tiny umbrella barely covered his head.

"Maybe we should go talk to him."

"I'd rather we didn't," I said. "Some people prefer to be left alone."

Jean strode away from me and sat next to the stranger on the sidewalk. She didn't have her own umbrella or coat and I could see her jacket turn black in the rain. The stranger turned to her and said something quiet, and then moved his umbrella to cover her. I walked over to sit next to Jean, and I looked into the rising water with shame.

"I'm Jean," she said, and she asked him where he was from, what he did, but his answers were short and mundane.

"Leave him alone, there's no reason to bother him."

The stranger was pale and small and had wrinkles on his face. After a time of Jean's prying, he stood up and walked over to the bus stop where we followed and stood out of the rain, but it was too late to pursue dryness. The benches also had puddles and I stood away from them to avoid the temptation of sitting.

I didn't remember his name, but his bus came before ours and he stepped onto it without even glancing back.

"I told you he wouldn't like it."

Jean's lip stuck out and she folded her arms. "Maybe he'll appreciate it when he gets home. Do you think he was married?"

"There wasn't a ring on his hand."

"I feel awful now."

"Don't. Some men just prefer to be lonely."