/lit/ - Literature

>>13489876
stripy cats are the best

>>13330130

>>8249813
>Folio Society, anon. They don't do ISBN.

well. i have shelves full of folio society books and i never noticed that before.
you live and learn.

>>6746556

>>6436115
anyone read this?

>>6432694
Largo snickered to himself, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing out loud. These sort of apparitions that sprung from his mind at various intervals in his life, mostly at times when there was the need for something to fill the void of boredom. He was a fickle sort of child growing up, a real jack of all trades, a renaissance man from the time he could speak. Whether it was an instrument, pencil, paintbrush, or any kind of craft that required analytical tendencies, it would come to Largo easily. He would write whole books and have no feelings towards them. When he would paint there would be no passion behind the stroke, like some automaton he would perform this various actions adequately well. This talent that he had that spawned to every corner of the skill tree had amazed some, inspiring envy in some and the praise of all. The only problem was that Largo couldn’t articulate any aspect of his talent to anyone in a coherent way. He could do anything effortlessly, but he grew tired of these activities after awhile, it was not a matter a discipline for him. Largo had discipline instilled into him at an early age with his family. His father was an account and a very pragmatic man by trade, he never listened that much to his words, but there were times when he focused his attention to his father at certain times. The air would become cold and silent, sparks cracked in his ear, when the words finally emerged from his fathers mouth, which was when he listened. His father was named Olen, an other wordly name that his father Leone prescribed to him in hopes to keep the ideals of the age that were waning at the time of his birth.

The advice that he passed down to Largo was usually told to him whenever the two of them went on their car rides to the Dam located at the far end of town. Largo knew whenever the two ventured that far out of the city that the talk was either a serious discussion about Largo’s future or a contemplation of his father’s life up until that point. “Stay out of Microsoft…their numbers, they’re destined to fall.”

Olen would say this as he took a drag off his Hi-∞, a brand of cigarette whose particular taste was passed down from generation to generation. It was the most particular brand of cigarettes as the colour of the ember that glowed from each puff was a shade of phosphorus red, contrary to the orangish glow of rival cigarettes. The nature of this anomaly was only know to the manufactures who kept it’s creation one of the best kept secrets of the world. Though most of it’s raw materials are shipped from Tangiers, Morocco.

An attendant broke his spell of concentration, probing him a question: “Drink?”

He was lapsing in and out of reality as he spat out the words, “Coffee please.”

>>6389945