/lit/ - Literature

Beauty shames the ugly. Strength shames the weak. The Ideal shames us all. Thus we fear it, resent it, even hate it.
t. Jordan Peterson


I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature. Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to see my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determinèd to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
t. Richard III Act 1 Scene 1