/lit/ - Literature

>>15447655
Read a book.

>>15418262
Unironically this. You beat me to it.

>>14570985
JOYCEFAGS

If Finnegan's Wake is so great, then how has it transmuted yourself into a better person? What greatness has it directly inspired that has progressed the human condition considerably?

how come most people just drop in to get help for themselves and don't bother trying to help anyone else?

are you all really that selfish?

>>7027603

>Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?
>Yes, every once in a while.
>Do you know that in abou thirty- five more years we'll be dead?
>What the hell, Robert," I said. "What the hell.
>I'm serious.
>It's one thing I don't worry about," I said.
>You ought to.
>I've had plenty to worry about one time or other. I'm through worrying.
>Well, I want to go to South America.
>Listen, Robert, going to another country doesn't make any difference. I've tried all that. You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There's nothing to that.
>But you've never been to South America.
>South America hell! If you went there the way you feel now it would be exactly the same. This is a good town. Why don't you start living your life in Paris?
>> Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

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Book of the New Sun - Gene Wolfe
The Lady of the Camellias - Dumas fils
Oedipus at Colonus - Sophocles
Seven against Thebes - Aeschylus
Antigone - Sophocles
Pleasures and Days - Marcel Proust
The death in Venice -Thomas Mann
The Red and the Black - Stendhal
Endgame - Samuel Beckett
The Temple of the Golden Pavillion - Yukio Mishima
Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

Actually reading Sentimental Education.

>>6299915

You know what, fuck it. I'll post an excerpt:

Arriving after dusk in Gorzom,grignr descended down a dismal alley, reining his horse before a beaten tavern. The redhaired giant strode into the dimly lit hostelry reeking of foul odors, and cheap wine. The air was heavy with chocking fumes spewing from smoldering torches encased within theden's earthen packed
walls. Tables were clustered with groups of drunken thieves, and cutthroats, tossing dice, or making love to willing prostitutes.
Eyeing a slender female crouched alone at a nearby bench, Grignr advanced wishing to wholesomely occupy his time. The flickering torches cast weird shafts of luminescence dancing over the half naked harlot of his choice, her stringy orchid twines of hair swaying gracefully over the lithe opaque nose, as she raised a half drained mug to her pale red lips.
Glancing upward, the alluring complexion noted the stalwart giant as he rapidly approached. A faint glimmer sparked from the pair of deep blue ovals of the amorous female as she motioned toward Grignr, enticing him to join her. The barbarian seated himself upon a stool at the wenches side, exposing his body, naked save for a loin cloth brandishing a long steel broad sword, an iron spiraled battle helmet, and a thick leather sandals, to her unobstructed view.

How did he die? Did he forget to breath?