/lit/ - Literature

>and Nora's arse full of farts

>>10305702
Not even close to best pic. Pirate eyepatch is an honourable mention

>>8867232
>foreplay with Nora
I kekked

Should he have knelt and prayed as his mother died?

Are there any books about being cuckolded?

I want books, other than Ulysses, that really explore the thinking man's fetish.

Us bookish Irish men are usually strapping young lads in our youth.

...Then the fart fetish sets in, we crave the effluent of our oul' lady's hole and it all goes down hill form there.

I tired but couldn't hold it together. Those fucking letters, lads.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0C0WMudqDMx

How could you know what it feels like to fight the hounds of hell?
You think you know me so well
How could you know what it feels like to be outside yourself?
You think you know me so well
I just want you to realize I blame, I blame myself
I blame myself for my reputation

>>8463789
Ever tried being both at the same time?

>>8461185
That's Joyce. Look at his eyes. Doesn't he look like he knows what's up? Those are the eyes of a man who loves flatulence, yet he is barely in his twenties.

How can someone acquire is wisdom eyes?

>Choose a life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers... Choose DSY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away in the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself, choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that

Is there a better opening passage than this? That James Joyce is some boy

>>8427172
She was pretty ugly, anon. At least Joyce was pretty average looking when he was younger, Woolf always looked like a tard.

to James Baldwin....

white mediocrity vs. black excellence

his best book "Ulysses" was a complete rip off of the Odyssey?

both James Baldwin and Toni Morrison were superior writers to Joyce...black excillence they were

Joyce was white mediocrity

>>8296452
Joyce wasn't exactly a looker either.

I hoped James Joyce will be irascible with his assail of farts directed at my face.
I felt so dirty, my father thought me a disgrace.

But to be in the midst of my hero, to read the words he spoke.
''That dream was halcyon'' I crowed as I finally woke.

I dream of James day and night, on /lit/ the don't understand, pugilists they fight.

But he's my boy, my king, my love.
David Foster Wallace with my hand I shall shove.

- Patrician Dreams
By me.

>Not a single mention of farts

Disappointed desu, and so is Jim.

This is one of these books that is a waste of time. You could read several economics, history, politics books in the time it takes you to read this babble.

This fart sniffing lunatics book has no value beyond making people feel high and mighty.

..fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

..fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

..fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

PURE ART

>..fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

Pure art, There will never be another great writer like he.

My great Grandfather used to drink with Joyce in Dublin. I never knew my great grandfather but my grandfather told me that his father said Joyce was 'A fucking moon man.' meaning: weird as fuck.

So you see, no one would have been surprised by him publishing that madness.

Fart sniffing fellow countryman writes a book of utter drivel that pompous faggots decades later fall for to look cultured.

What the fuck was his problem?

If you need to ask you should GET OUT