/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.15267762]

Books about the penis.

[Anonymous No.15267786]

haven't read it, but ive read other works by this author and he's great

[Anonymous No.15267800]

>>15267762
hi quentin

[Anonymous No.15267806]

Justin Legowelt - Pee Nicce
Rob Carhart - Pea Nuees
Megan Güenon - Paanyse
Melany Quine - Dykhœd
Elaine Trouffaile - P-N-S
Q. W. Rtyuio - Penisse du Garçon
Lis Austerlitz - Penis on Her Leg on Her Pussy and on Her Arm(y Navy)

[Anonymous No.15267811]

Moby-Dick

[Anonymous No.15267815]

do you think making that last video awakened something in Quentin?

[Anonymous No.15267831]

>>15267762
This ones a well known classic.

Excerpt
Out on the balcony, when Reginald kissed Diana's lips, her knees went weak. Slowly, he pulled her top down, exposing her soft, unyielding breasts. Just the sight of those breasts made Reginald's penis very hard. His penis was of considerable size, and now beads of sweat slowly ran down his penis, making it glisten like a strong swimmer, fresh from out of the pool. It was a fantastic penis, that seemed as strong as a horse's leg, yet as delicate as a flower wrapped in silk. What a grand, grand penis. Diana's nipples....

[Anonymous No.15267838]

>>15267811
Kek'd

[Anonymous No.15267878]

>>15267815
>>15267800
OP here,
do you mean the quentin from /v/? Is he back?

[Anonymous No.15267884]

>>15267831
Is there anything with more average penises....

[Anonymous No.15267898]

>>15267838
CHAPTER 95. The Cassock.

Had you stepped on board the Pequod at a certain juncture of this post-mortemizing of the whale; and had you strolled forward nigh the windlass, pretty sure am I that you would have scanned with no small curiosity a very strange, enigmatical object, which you would have seen there, lying along lengthwise in the lee scuppers. Not the wondrous cistern in the whale’s huge head; not the prodigy of his unhinged lower jaw; not the miracle of his symmetrical tail; none of these would so surprise you, as half a glimpse of that unaccountable cone,—longer than a Kentuckian is tall, nigh a foot in diameter at the base, and jet-black as Yojo, the ebony idol of Queequeg. And an idol, indeed, it is; or, rather, in old times, its likeness was. Such an idol as that found in the secret groves of Queen Maachah in Judea; and for worshipping which, King Asa, her son, did depose her, and destroyed the idol, and burnt it for an abomination at the brook Kedron, as darkly set forth in the 15th chapter of the First Book of Kings.

Look at the sailor, called the mincer, who now comes along, and assisted by two allies, heavily backs the grandissimus, as the mariners call it, and with bowed shoulders, staggers off with it as if he were a grenadier carrying a dead comrade from the field. Extending it upon the forecastle deck, he now proceeds cylindrically to remove its dark pelt, as an African hunter the pelt of a boa. This done he turns the pelt inside out, like a pantaloon leg; gives it a good stretching, so as almost to double its diameter; and at last hangs it, well spread, in the rigging, to dry. Ere long, it is taken down; when removing some three feet of it, towards the pointed extremity, and then cutting two slits for arm-holes at the other end, he lengthwise slips himself bodily into it. The mincer now stands before you invested in the full canonicals of his calling. Immemorial to all his order, this investiture alone will adequately protect him, while employed in the peculiar functions of his office.

That office consists in mincing the horse-pieces of blubber for the pots; an operation which is conducted at a curious wooden horse, planted endwise against the bulwarks, and with a capacious tub beneath it, into which the minced pieces drop, fast as the sheets from a rapt orator’s desk. Arrayed in decent black; occupying a conspicuous pulpit; intent on bible leaves; what a candidate for an archbishopric, what a lad for a Pope were this mincer!*

*Bible leaves! Bible leaves! This is the invariable cry from the mates to the mincer. It enjoins him to be careful, and cut his work into as thin slices as possible, inasmuch as by so doing the business of boiling out the oil is much accelerated, and its quantity considerably increased, besides perhaps improving it in quality.

[Anonymous No.15267899]

>>15267878
Yes he’s grown up and stopped playing video games, now he makes sophisticated literary video reviews

[Anonymous No.15267902]

>>15267899
no way. Where?

[Anonymous No.15268116]

>>15267902
bump
this is very important for me to know. Why are people talking about quentin, and where are his reviews

[Anonymous No.15268123]

>>15268116
i think he's making a joke by implying quentin the tripfag is actually the same as bookclub quentin

[Anonymous No.15268132]

>>15268123
oh... damn shame