/lit/ - Literature

This thread seems to be strangely (or maybe, sadly, not so strangely) buoyant. I think it's high time to sink it, then, by pointing out what, I would imagine, a lot of the more intelligent board-users have noticed but just haven't bothered to say: namely, that it is fucking atrocious, through-and-through namefag vanity and pretentiousness.
Surely I don't need to point out to anyone that the kind of person who claims that he has "genuinely shed tears' over Wittgenstein's "On Certainty" is someone that any decent and intelligent person will want to avoid like the plague. An absurdity like that just SCREAMS this guy's pathetic desire to be perceived and admired by a bunch of strangers as someone with a sensibility so refined and developed by the leisured imbibing of high culture that mere mortals like us tend to hold off from him, uncertain whether he is a genius or a madman
"Weave a circle round him thrice
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of paradise."
In the spirit of the Karl Kraus quotation at the head of this post, though, an insufferable thread like this one DOES have the merit of affording one an opportunity of pointing up some clear and undeniable differences between the pseudo-culture of the /lit/board namefag and REAL literary culture.
Let's run through this awful thread once again, from the top, and look at just what sort of "honey-dew" of deep and difficult literature this risible pseud Rapture actually HAS "fed on". Maybe an exercise like this will encourage some board users to give up posing and start actually reading.