/lit/ - Literature

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Freud married a sweet little pious Jewess and then forbade her any religious practice or artefact at all.

You know what Freud says lies between fear and sex?


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>sex is literature
fixed that for you

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I was with my girlfriend at the time, who was a superhot Freudian analyst.

I mean, if you’re talking on a scale of one to ten, where, like, Sandra Bullock is maybe a seven or an eight, and Lindsay Lohan is a drunk nine, and Dr Anna Freud is like a six only because her dad was Sigmund Freud and you could really brag about that afterwards, whereas Dr Melanie Klein is maybe a six but you’d probably be best off avoiding fucking her, because seriously, dude, you don’t want to get Dr Melanie Klein knocked up, considering the kind of horrifying things she has to say about infant psychology—I mean, just read her writings, man, you will see what I mean, they are like the most convincing form of birth control that I’ve ever read—and like, okay, if Megan Fox is a ten?

I mean, I personally happen to believe that Megan Fox is a drunk nine and Lindsay Lohan is a perfect ten, but that’s just my opinon.

In any case, you know what I’m talking about, bro. Cause you’ve probably done this. You look at a chick and you assign a numerical value, from one to ten, based on her looks. Where one is, like, Wolf Ugly, you know, you wake up next to her with your arm pinned underneath her, and you’d rather chew your own arm off like a wolf escaping a steel-trap than wake her up and have to exchange phone numbers. And ten is, like, Megan Fox if you’re an idiot, or Lindsay Lohan if you’re me, or Helen of Troy if you’re an ancient Greek, and considering that the ancient Greeks were all fags, you gotta think to yourself, whoa, how hot must Helen of Troy have been, if even a bunch of fags thought she was a perfect ten?

Well, in this case, my girlfriend, who was a superhot Freudian analyst, was definitely an eleven.

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ITT: depressing quotes.

As we see, what decides the purpose of life is simply the programme of the pleasure principle. This principle dominates the operation of the mental apparatus from the start. There can be no doubt about its efficacy, and yet its programme is at loggerheads with the whole world, with the macrocosm as much as with the microcosm. There is no possibility at all of its being carried through; all the regulations of the universe run counter to it. One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be 'happy' is not included in the plan of 'Creation'. What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree, and it is from its nature only possible as an episodic phenomenon. When any situation that is desired by the pleasure principle is prolonged, it only produces a feeling of mild contentment. We are so made that we can derive intense enjoyment only from a contrast and very little from a state of things.

-- Sigmund Freud

I want to read some Freud, where should I start?