/lit/ - Literature

Libarts fags really have no idea of the scale on which engineering works. Don't you see that EVERYTHING around you is the work of engineers? Your computer, your clothes, the walls in your house, the street with its traffic lights, your power grid, the energy on that power grid, the food you eat (especially if its been prepared), buildings, bridges, pictures, paper... Ever had a machine hooked up on you while you were in the hospital? Ever seen a tanker with a full cargo load pass by? You can't even look up at the sky without seeing an airplane or if you have some binoculars, a satellite. For your GPS. Which was also designed by engineers.

The most frustrating part is you NEED us to do your faggy art shit. You need our pencils, brushes, paint, paper, books, typewriters and keyboards, screens, recording apparatuses, cameras, museums, cinemas, printing presses, ink, headphones and speakers to do anything "artsy".

Do we need restricting morals? Do we need the complete works of Socrates when we want to do ANYTHING within our line of work? Shit no, we're independent as fuck.

We designed that tv, we printed that book, we are responsible for its pages, its ink and we even made it possible to get it to the masses so it would be worth it for the publisher to get it printed in the first place. Without us, your "amazing symphony" wouldn't reach you in your living room and if you were to listen to it live, you wouldn't even be able to enjoy it fully, were it not for the theater we built for you to do so.

And my happiness doesn't come solely from technological advantages. It comes from creation, something you libartfags should understand the most. Engineers aren't soulless monsters. We take the most beautiful art of all, science, and put it on a pedestal for everyone to see, display it in all its glory. We learn and we create. That's what being an engineer is about, and that's what makes us happy.

Show a little respect, please.

Hey /lit/, Henry here. I've noticed that there exists a stigma around honest self-appraisal around these parts. I see no reason why I should deny that I, for example, am not only exceptionally intelligent, and moreso than the majority of humankind, but I'm also one of the greatest living writers, and all at the tender age of 19 years old. It sounds awful—but hear me out, gentle reader! We all acknowledge the supreme importance of truth and honesty. Have you read Pascal? Don't worry if you haven't, I quote the only passage we need (I assume many of my readers have no French, so I give a translation):
"Thus, when they discover only the imperfections and vices which we really have, it is plain they do us no wrong, since it is not they who cause them; they rather do us good, since they help us to free ourselves from an evil, namely, the ignorance of these imperfections. We ought not to be angry at their knowing our faults and despising us; it is but right that they should know us for what we are, and should despise us, if we are contemptible."

Now follow the train of reasoning: we owe it to others to be honest about our comparative vices and virtues. If another man is contemptible, it is a moral duty to say so. What difference is there in saying that I am less contemptible? None can deny that each statement offends for the same reason. We owe it as humanists (I do not say Christians, as I see no truth in that myth) to be honest about each other and ourselves, and to overcome the self-imposed deafness which will not hear anything which injures our pride.

What excuse is then left to hate the man who claims a degree of brilliance? First, be honest with yourself—is your hatred not mixed with vanity? Do you not resent the notion that another might be more intelligent than you? Is this about me, or about yourself?

Would that all my critics were so honest and curious. Indeed if they would confront the source of their discomfort—that knowledge that they are rather imperfect themselves—they might even profit by the thought! So little can my honest 'egotism' harm them, it is even likely to give them occasion for self-improvement.

I will, of course, receive criticism gracefully. Yet I think it not impudent if I should often disagree with my critics, given that I can speak from much more experience of myself.

Hey /lit/, Henry here. I've noticed that there exists a stigma around honest self-appraisal around these parts. I see no reason why I should deny that I, for example, am not only exceptionally intelligent, and moreso than the majority of humankind, but I'm also one of the greatest living writers, and all at the tender age of 19 years old. It sounds awful—but hear me out, gentle reader! We all acknowledge the supreme importance of truth and honesty. Have you read Pascal? Don't worry if you haven't, I quote the only passage we need (I assume many of my readers have no French, so I give a translation):
"Thus, when they discover only the imperfections and vices which we really have, it is plain they do us no wrong, since it is not they who cause them; they rather do us good, since they help us to free ourselves from an evil, namely, the ignorance of these imperfections. We ought not to be angry at their knowing our faults and despising us; it is but right that they should know us for what we are, and should despise us, if we are contemptible."

Now follow the train of reasoning: we owe it to others to be honest about our comparative vices and virtues. If another man is contemptible, it is a moral duty to say so. What difference is there in saying that I am less contemptible? None can deny that each statement offends for the same reason. We owe it as humanists (I do not say Christians, as I see no truth in that myth) to be honest about each other and ourselves, and to overcome the self-imposed deafness which will not hear anything which injures our pride.

What excuse is then left to hate the man who claims a degree of brilliance? First, be honest with yourself—is your hatred not mixed with vanity? Do you not resent the notion that another might be more intelligent than you? Is this about me, or about yourself?

Would that all my critics were so honest and curious. Indeed if they would confront the source of their discomfort—that knowledge that they are rather imperfect themselves—they might even profit by the thought! So little can my honest 'egotism' harm them, it is even likely to give them occasion for self-improvement.

I will, of course, receive criticism gracefully. Yet I think it not impudent if I should often disagree with my critics, given that I can speak from much more experience of myself.

>>9921485
You've come to the right place! I too am a literary genius. Here is my story.

This is not ironic, or a shitpost. I once made my attractive female English professor break down into tears with my genius. It was like the scene in Good Will Hunting where the math professor breaks down after Will easily solves the math problems he was given, saying "there are some days where I wish you didn't exist." She thought it was probably the best thing that she had ever read from the last 20 or so years. Yes, we did have sex eventually. I write the greatest work out there today. You pathetic posers will probably try to project onto me and deny it, but it's true, and I don't need to prove it to a bunch of sad anime-watching, hentai-jerking retards on the internet, so no, I will not post my work. No, I'm not scared or doubtful of my work, I just don't want my name to be ever associated with this sad little website. I have read most of the Western Canon, am fluent in 6 languages (Russian, Mandarin, Latin, Greek, Spanish, and of course, English), and my poetry and prose are both at the level of Joyce's. A different professor of mine once said that if I do not go down in literary history, then literary history has failed us. I once met with Bloom in person, where we had a deep and detailed conversation about Faulkner, and he told me that I was "incredibly competent and wise young man." My philosophy professor praised my work in philosophy, but as my true strength remains in art, also told me that a poem of mine "has the emotional depth of Coleridge and the precise linguistic mastery of Yeats." Upon graduating college, I will publish my masterpiece which will undoubtedly shock the literary world. It is profoundly imaginative, reaches a level of linguistic perfection on the level of Flaubert, and effortlessly dismantles the superficiality and degeneration of modern culture with a violent and powerful personal confession, reaching beyond the modern age to something much greater. I am 6'2" and very good looking, so I have many female admirers, but I have often ignored them for the sake of literary greatness. I have even received a love letter from a lovely petite brunette in my sophomore year. After being accepted into a highly selective program at my university (highly prestigious, of course, but I will not name it for the previously articulated reason), I have had the opportunity to work with the greatest poets alive today, all of whom have been blown away by my work. After publishing my work, I plan to study at Oxford or to travel around Russia, my homeland.

Anyone else here /literarygenius/?

This is not ironic, or a shitpost. I once made my attractive female English professor break down into tears with my genius. It was like the scene in Good Will Hunting where the math professor breaks down after Will easily solves the math problems he was given, saying "there are some days where I wish you didn't exist." She thought it was probably the best thing that she had ever read from the last 20 or so years. Yes, we did have sex eventually. I write the greatest work out there today. You pathetic posers will probably try to project onto me and deny it, but it's true, and I don't need to prove it to a bunch of sad anime-watching, hentai-jerking retards on the internet, so no, I will not post my work. No, I'm not scared or doubtful of my work, I just don't want my name to be ever associated with this sad little website. I have read most of the Western Canon, am fluent in 6 languages (Russian, Mandarin, Latin, Greek, Spanish, and of course, English), and my poetry and prose are both at the level of Joyce. A different professor of mine once said that if I do not go down in literary history, then literary history has failed us. I once met with Bloom in person, where we had a deep and detailed conversation about Faulkner, and he told me that I was "incredibly competent and wise young man." My philosophy professor praised my work in philosophy, but as my true strength remains in art, also told me that a poem of mine "has the emotional depth of Coleridge and the precise linguistic mastery of Yeats." Upon graduating college, I will publish my masterpiece which will undoubtedly shock the literary world. It is profoundly imaginative, reaches a level of linguistic perfection on the level of Flaubert, and effortlessly dismantles the superficiality and degeneration of modern culture with a violent and powerful personal confession, reaching beyond the modern age to something much greater. I am 6'2" and very good looking (pic related), so I have many female admirers, but I have often ignored them for the sake of literary greatness. I have even received a love letter from a lovely petite brunette in my sophomore year. After being accepted into a highly selective program at my university (highly prestigious, of course, but I will not name it for the previously articulated reason), I have had the opportunity to work with the greatest poets alive today, all of whom have been blown away by my work. After publishing my work, I plan to study at Oxford or to travel around China, my homeland.

I hope there are some of my kind on this website, with whom I can talk about literature and philosophy at a level that I find appealing and worthy of me. It is difficult to find people like this at university, of course, which is so full of pretention, insecurity and stupidity. My life is not lonely, aside from the fundamental loneliness that affects us all, but the life at the top of the peak is often frustrating, as most of you imagine.

Anyone else here /literarygenius/?

This is not ironic, or a shitpost. I once made my attractive female English professor break down into tears with my genius. It was like the scene in Good Will Hunting where the math professor breaks down after Will easily solves the math problems he was given, saying "there are some days where I wish you didn't exist." She thought it was probably the best thing that she had ever read from the last 20 or so years. Yes, we did have sex eventually. I write the greatest work out there today. You pathetic posers will probably try to project onto me and deny it, but it's true, and I don't need to prove it to a bunch of sad anime-watching, hentai-jerking retards on the internet, so no, I will not post my work. No, I'm not scared or doubtful of my work, I just don't want my name to be ever associated with this sad little website. I have read most of the Western Canon, am fluent in 6 languages (Russian, Mandarin, Latin, Greek, Spanish, and of course, English), and my poetry and prose are both at the level of Joyce. A different professor of mine once said that if I do not go down in literary history, then literary history has failed us. I once met with Bloom in person, where we had a deep and detailed conversation about Faulkner, and he told me that I was "incredibly competent and wise young man." My philosophy professor praised my work in philosophy, but as my true strength remains in art, also told me that a poem of mine "has the emotional depth of Coleridge and the precise linguistic mastery of Yeats." Upon graduating college, I will publish my masterpiece which will undoubtedly shock the literary world. It is profoundly imaginative, reaches a level of linguistic perfection on the level of Flaubert, and effortlessly dismantles the superficiality and degeneration of modern culture with a violent and powerful personal confession, reaching beyond the modern age to something much greater. I am tall (6'2") and strikingly good looking, so I have many female admirers, but I have often ignored them for the sake of literary greatness. I have even received a love letter from a lovely petite brunette in my sophomore year. After being accepted into a highly selective program at my university (highly prestigious, of course, but I will not name it for the previously articulated reason), I have had the opportunity to work with the greatest poets alive today, all of whom have been blown away by my work. After publishing my work, I plan to study at Oxford or to travel around Russia, my homeland.

I hope there are some of my kind on this website, with whom I can talk about literature and philosophy at a level that I find appealing and worthy of me. It is difficult to find people like this at university, of course, which is so full of pretention, insecurity and stupidity. My life is not lonely, aside from the fundamental loneliness that affects us all, but the life at the top of the peak is often frustrating, as most of you imagine.

>>8577652
If you don't go to Princeton University, you are worthless trash. Pic related is me. At Princeton. I'm better than you.

>>8052847
Not him, but here's me. This was taken at the university I attend, Princeton.