/lit/ - Literature

>tfw too dumb for Shakespeare

>>4350746

>tfw I am a robot and will never love anything that much

>>4087367
So deep man. So deep.

>For Whom The Bell Toll

I need something that will give me feels

Oh he's fucked off.

They broke the mould. We shan't be seeing his like again...

Farewell to Arms

>>3208693
well said bro, thanks

what area are you studying in linguistics?

ITT: Quotes or sections from books that made you go >pic related.
I'll start: "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. " from The Great Gatsby. What about you, /lit/?

I read a few. Wish you could just turn back a few pages when you run into something undesirable IRL.

>War and Peace

> favorite poet is Tao Lin

What do you like about how he does poetry?

Mind pasting one of his "good ones" for an example?

>>2038019
>>2038019

> that feel when you write a masterpiece revolving around a gangbanger
> that feel

I loved it.

Watership Down

"You've been feeling tired," said the stranger, "but I can do something about that. I've come to ask whether you care to join my Owsla. We shall be glad to have you and you'll enjoy it. If you're ready, we might go along now."

see pic.

So now what? Tales from watership down, Shardik, or something else?

> I look up Around the World in 80 Days
> not a single 1 or 2 star; mostly 4 and 5s
> mfw

> Native Son

I had to read Native Son the summer before my junior year for my English class in high school. I am suprised that it has gotten so many great reviews and is considered a classic. It was highly offensive the way everyone was stereotyped. All the white people were shown as monsters to the black characters, but Bigger Thomas was the most offensive character I have ever encountered in a work of literatue thus far. When he killed the white girl, whose family he had been working for, he showed no remorse or responsiblity. If it had trully been an accident he would have gone to the police. Instead he framed another man and then disappears himself. Then there is the graphic description of how he raped and killed his own girlfriend, which made my stomache churn. He showed no remorse throughout the entire story, but instead felt it is society's fault that he has commited such horrible crimes. I do not believe that this book shows the plight of African Americans in our society, but instead shows a man who refuses to take any responsibility for his actions.

>>1976735
>>1976735

I SAY YOU SHOULD BE THANKFUL

THAT SOUNDS ACTUALLY HARMONIOUS

>>1972785
>>1972785

His face was stern like that of a general with just the accessory now to fit the look – he held up a gun to me and began to mumble out vile curses. Even though I fully made my way back to the rack to fumble through the magazines again in some hopeless play for attention, the gun spoke enough in my heightened terror. My hands swiftly pulled away from the thumbing the covers and raised up in a sign of pathetic defence as my feet worked their way to the door nearby, and my tears were now clear. They were still locked away in the crest of my eyes yet he knew they were there from how his eyes looked – they wanted to cry too even with the gun, cry at what this man before him had become. And soon, I was out and the yelling ceased immediately on my sound of shoes pattering in on the street puddles from earlier evening rain. The night ahead await the loneliness of my being walking down empty avenues without her, and with that thought I recalled being happy in some sick manner. Remembering that before I went off into the night, across the entire city within my grasp of knowledge and to some unknown areas, knowing that I prayed to eventually see a woman lost and walking out in the dark with our shared heavy hearts – though we would never meet, just the knowledge of her existence added to my vision of her.

My mind fell back into the room where I still stood before the images on the wall, gawking in a mixed thought of their memory and attraction.
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And that's all from me /lit/.

Thanks for all comments and your interest.

The only part I liked in this book is the end.

It just had some element of determination and beauty to it.

Dostoyevsky considered Tolstoy his only superior, and complained of standing in his shadow.

On his deathbed, Tolstoy kept a copy of The Brothers Karamazov.

> "deteriorating mind"

> remember Faulkner's Quentin chapter
> beautiful shit

Education.

While I'll probably end up teaching English in another country, I don't really mind it.

>>1938916
>>1938920
>>1938924

TODAY IS THE DAY THIS NOVEL WILL BECOME A REALITY.