/lit/ - Literature

>In the guttering light of cheap, half length candles and the remains of a coal fire in the grate you gently undress her. She's trembling, her nerves shot to pieces by worry, loss, fame, and the ravages of consumption. You hesitate, she is so thin, so deeply broken, but she leans in, resting her head with its ringlet curls on your chest. The wind off the moors batters against the parsonage and you hear her father's footsteps in the hall downstairs. You're afraid, afraid she might die then and there, or in some more compromised position, and in a stroke destroy a lifetime's reputation for virtue. She looks up at you, her gaze at once into your eyes and far, far away. "Don't be afraid, anon, nothing matters anymore."

would you lit?

In the guttering light of cheap, half length candles and the remains of a coal fire in the grate you gently undress her. She's trembling, her nerves shot to pieces by worry, loss, fame, and the ravages of consumption. You hesitate, she is so thin, so deeply broken, but she leans in, resting her head with its ringlet curls on your chest. The wind off the moors batters against the parsonage and you hear her father's footsteps in the hall downstairs. You're afraid, afraid she might die then and there, or in some more compromised position, and in a stroke destroy a lifetime's reputation for virtue. She looks up at you, her gaze at once into your eyes and far, far away. "Don't be afraid, anon, nothing matters anymore."

>>13498421
If you actually seriously read all of these you would be far more knowledgeable than 95% of /lit/ - but you won't, instead opting to obsess about what books to read and in which order.

Sorry lads

>>13092166
brontë

she was gay for her sister Anne

>>12951932
?

>>12863982
Emily Brontë was C.U.T.E. and autistic.

resemblance is uncanny
the watery eyes that witnessed the realm of eternal madness

l WISH I COULD SAVE HER IN
SOME SORT OF TIME MACHINE

I can't stop thinking about her /lit/. Can you fall in live with a painting? do you think she really was so adorable and autistic?

>>12760348
I'm going on vacation to Hawaii tomorrow and going to read this while I'm there, also packed La Rochefoucauld's Maxims.

>>12757621
pic related
aswell as
>shakespeare
>pavese
>stein
>milton
all in no particular order

Paris, 3 August 1942

Finished reading Renan, Das Leben Jesu [The Life of Jesus] and in addition Robert de Traz, La Famille Bronte [The Bronte Family].

The Brontes are signifcant because they seem to possess an intelligence unlike that of other people - one that flows to them indiscriminately, like electric current. You can almost imagine knowledge being conducted through the earth and through the trunk of the tree until it reaches the bird's nest and the young brood in it. Such power could endow heavenly bodies with intelligence.

This extraordinary side of the Brontes suggests that it is the rule on other stars, in other profound thought systems. In this sense, prophetic dreams that come true, second sight, and prophecies are all extraordinary. In the same way that colors exist outside the visible spectrum, there also exists a dark body of lore that is seldom individuated. The harmony and subtle interaction of our life cycles depend on its invisible influence.

why does /lit/ glorify madness so much?

In the guttering light of cheap, half length candles and the remains of a coal fire in the grate you gently undress her. She's trembling, her nerves shot to pieces by worry, loss, fame, and the ravages of consumption. You hesitate, she is so thin, so deeply broken, but she leans in, resting her head with its ringlet curls on your chest. The wind off the moors batters against the parsonage and you hear her father's footsteps in the hall downstairs. You're afraid, afraid she might die then and there, or in some more compromised position, and in a stroke destroy a lifetime's reputation for virtue. She looks up at you, her gaze at once into your eyes and far, far away. "Don't be afraid, anon, nothing matters anymore."

Emily Brontë
>solitary
>reclusive
>NEET
>loves poetry