/lit/ - Literature

"You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll find us ready."

+1 to anyone who guesses it.

>>2539952
He said favourite, not gayest.

'Cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras amet.' (The Magus, John Fowles)

The wonderful ambiguity of this Latinate epigram plays, in my opinion, no small part in the lingering intoxication of the novel. It, having been transposed from an obscure and anonymous verse from the third century, also belies something of the text's literary (more widely, cultural) fixation and - though a rather subjective, even tentative supposition - seems as if it is likely proffered by the character of Maurice Conchis, as a final didactic expression.

"The world is what it is. Men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it."

he's like a drug to you, bella

>>2539972
You're not as smart as you think.

>>2540059

Aha, I got a chuckle out of that.

>>2539972

THEY CALLED IT "SAN DIEGO"

WHICH I BELIEVE IN THEIR LANGUAGE MEANS "A WHALE'S VAGINA"

"We were sitting in the Korova Milkbar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip dark chill winter bastard though dry."

"Probably it was some final guest who had been away at the ends of the earth and didn't know that the party was over."

>>2539972
I don't speak Latin for fuck's sake, translate for me.

>>2540069

I know this one. Gatsby?

"I am now awakening colonists in hybernation. Remain where you are until all are awake. You must be together when you make your decision."

His voice rasping in a suddenly dry throat, Bickel glanced up at the vocoder, said: "Decision? What decision?"

"Flattery knows," said the vocoder. "You must decide how you will WorShip Me."

>>2540068

"I cannot think," he said, "why people should think the names of places in the country more poetical than those in London. Shallow romanticists go away in trains and stop in places called Hugmy-in-the-Hole, or Bumps-on-the-Puddle. And all the time they could, if they liked, go and live at a place with the dim, divine name of St. John's Wood. I have never been to St. John's Wood. I dare not. I should be afraid of the innumerable night of fir trees, afraid to come upon a blood-red cup and the beating of the wings of the Eagle. But all these things can be imagined by remaining reverently in the Harrow train."

G.K. Chesterton - The Napoleon of Notting Hill

This is something like the fourth time I've posted this paragraph in the last month ... relevant threads just keep appearing ...

>>2540074

What's this from?

>>2540076
That's one of the most disgusting thing's I've ever read.

>>2540061
>>2540071
>buttmad

>>2540084

Your abuse of the noble apostrophe has me hurling in my lap. Begone, foul, illiterate wench.

>>2540084

What's so disgusting about it?

>>2540091
In short, as if the UK wasn't small enough, for this man there is nothing beyond London in a train. Perhaps you're from London yourself. I could understand the narrowness easily, tolerating it is a whole different matter.

>>2540115

you have aspergers and missed the point

>>2540121

Gently does it, we call them "special" here.

"I am in here."

A screaming comes across the sky, it has happened before but there is nothing to compare it to, now

>>2540121
The point? More like, his disgusting opinion: To label, every romantic as shallow and an hypocrite for caring to visit faraway lands and the such.

Typical Brit statements:

"Lets never go out of Britain" "Lets not research more into the sciences, with what we know is enough" "Lets stagnate science while we are a world power" And so on with statements like that. The British, for the most part, with this way of thinking, disgust me.

>>2540115
Don't tell me you're that pathetic excuse of an aryan grace that keeps posting on /fa?

>>2540130

he's making a point about the power of word associations to stimulate the human imagination, you disgusting tranny

>>2540130
you really aren't understanding the point here or understanding GKC at all if you're slating him for being unromantic. GKC is one of the most romantic writers ever, maybe, it's a huge part of his character. his point here is that romanticism is everywhere. he's saying that you don't need to travel to bohemia or india or america to find romance - the whole earth is romantic, even the seemingly-mundane suburbs of london. every single thing can be treated as romantic. that's his point.

also worth pointing out that it is a character (and a rather strange one) making this claim, and that GKC himself traveled quite widely. but yeah, you completely miss the point he's making.

>>2540130

Listen, cunt. Any Englishman / woman with an ounce of sense knows well enough that the country is an utter, stagnant mess. Our people are stupid, close-minded, and terrified of independence. We are denied the most basic freedoms through simple systems that suppress anything approaching individuality, and are taught at a young age to fear difference, or mock it. Our schools are farms, our culture is non-existent, and the vast majority of our people are either blissfully unaware of the faults of the nation or are so happy perpetuating them - thus allowing their lives that addictive tint of drama - that they may as well be the walking dead.

However, I do take offence at your naive proclamations that we actively choke the sciences. If anything, we love science. Science brings much needed change. Science brings convenience. We are far more predisposed to attack religion than practical theory, simply because it is an easy target for our slow wits.

In making vague claims you encourage yet further clouding and conflict between my people and the rest of the world, something I have no tolerance for. You also make things harder for the few among us who are at least aware enough to know that things should be much better.

>>2539948
Captain Murderer by Charles Dickens (childrens book)

"And the bride looked up at the glass, just in time to see the Captain cutting her head off; and he chopped her in pieces, and peppered her, and salted her, and put her in the pie, and sent it to the baker's, and ate it all, and picked the bones."

I had a strange childhood. This book always stands out. There were only 10 copies of this book in my country.

>>2540071
Tomorrow let him love who has never loved and tomorrow let him love who has loved.

“Is the moon shining through your bowels, old fellow?”