/lit/ - Literature

>>18912271
Herodotus

The comfort I get from this book is of a vibrant sort. It confirms a historiography I’ve been constructing for some fifteen years. It’s the struggle of free people to resist the trappings of modernity, centralized authoritarianism and their self serving laws.

For a more comfy tone, I like Tove Jansson books. Moomins and her non-Moomin books are really nice

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>>18912340
i get comfy reading your posts
will you marry me?

>>18912271
The Wind in the Willows

>>18912271
Paradise Lost.

As new waked from soundest sleep,
Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid,
In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun
Soon dried, and on the reeking moisture fed.
Straight toward Heaven my wondering eyes I turned,
And gazed a while the ample sky; till, raised
By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung,
As thitherward endeavouring, and upright
Stood on my feet: about me round I saw
Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains,
And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these,
Creatures that lived and moved, and walked, or flew;
Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled;
With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Myself I then perused, and limb by limb
Surveyed, and sometimes went, and sometimes ran
With supple joints, as lively vigour led:
But who I was, or where, or from what cause,
Knew not; to speak I tried, and forthwith spake;
My tongue obeyed, and readily could name
Whate'er I saw. Thou Sun, said I, fair light,
And thou enlightened Earth, so fresh and gay,
Ye Hills, and Dales, ye Rivers, Woods, and Plains,
And ye that live and move, fair Creatures, tell,
Tell, if ye saw, how I came thus, how here?--
Not of myself;--by some great Maker then,
In goodness and in power pre-eminent:
Tell me, how may I know him, how adore,
From whom I have that thus I move and live,
And feel that I am happier than I know.--

Demian by Hermann Hesse

Canticle for Lebowitz and Chekhov's short stories are the comfiest books I've ever read.

the man who planted trees