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ITT: excerpts that women and low testosterone men will never understand

>> No.18249392

Fingolfin and Fingon his son held Hithlum, and the most part of Fingolfin's folk dwelt in Mithrim about the shores of the great lake; to Fingon was assigned Dor-lómin, that lay to the west of the Mountains of Mithrim. But their chief fortress was at Eithel Sirion in the east of Ered Wethrin, whence they kept watch upon Ard-galen; and their cavalry rode upon that plain even to the shadow of Thangorodrim, for from few their horses had increased swiftly, and the grass of Ard-galen was rich and green. Of those horses many of the sires came from Valinor, and they were given to Fingolfin by Maedhros in atonement of his losses, for they had been carried by ship to Losgar.
West of Dor-lómin, beyond the Echoing Mountains, which south of the Firth of Drengist marched inland, lay Nevrast, that signifies the Hither Shore in the Sindarin tongue. That name was given at first to all the coast-lands south of the Firth, but afterwards only to the land whose shores lay between Drengist and Mount Taras. There for many years was the realm of Turgon the wise, son of Fingolfin, bounded by the sea, and by Ered Lómin, and by the hills which continued the walls of Ered Wethrin westward, from Ivrin to Mount Taras, which stood upon a promontory. By some Nevrast was held to belong rather to Beleriand than to Hithlum, for it was a milder land, watered by the wet winds from the sea and sheltered from the cold north winds that blew over Hithlum. It was a hollow land, surrounded by mountains and great coast-cliffs higher than the plains behind, and no river flowed thence; and there was a great mere in the midst of Nevrast, with no certain shores, being encircled by wide marshes. Linaewen was the name of that mere, because of the multitude of birds that dwelt there, of such as love tall reeds and shallow pools. At the coming of the Noldor many of the Grey-elves lived in Nevrast near to the coasts, and especially about Mount Taras in the south-west; for to that place Ulmo and Ossë had been wont to come in days of old. All that people took Turgon for their lord, and the mingling of the Noldor and the Sindar came to pass soonest there; and Turgon dwelt long in those halls that he named Vinyamar, under Mount Taras beside the sea.

>> No.18249401

>>18249371
>With a plaintive sound, he reached into his pocket, not to pull out a weapon, but a photograph which he held up to me.
I don't know why but visualizing this made me chuckle. Just felt absurd to think about.

>> No.18249436

>As the shell left the barrel of the 105mm gun, I realized what it meant to be a warrior. I felt a swelling sense of pride as the Afghan hospital was obliterated and the body parts of children scattered all around the Korangal valley. If only had one of the Taliban showed me a picture of their family, would have I felt regret.

>> No.18249466

>>18249371
>It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

>> No.18249469

>As I pressed the button on my Nintendo (TM) designed predator drone control unit, on which I had stuck a variety of empowerment stickers, and watched on the screen as the guided missile made it's way into the atrium of a Pakistani orphanage I felt a sense of extreme elation. I was finally earning my place as an ally to Israel.

>> No.18249487

ITT: pubescent anons controlled by their raging hormones.

>> No.18249497

>>18249371
cringe

>> No.18249519

i don't fucking get you retarded milsim larpers

>people who dodge the draft are ebil coward cucks!
>oh no i didn't want to shoot people for REAL in a WAR

fucking suck my dick holy shit

>> No.18249557

"War is bad" is probably the most midwit theme imaginable that a writer can write about. Never read that book and never will.

>> No.18249568

>>18249557
Retard.

>> No.18249596

>>18249568
Seethe more. The type of guys who read overly "manly" books are almost always the 90 point low T betas who get blown away by a light wind.

>> No.18249597

>>18249469
Lmao

>> No.18249604

>>18249596
You're also a retarded larper. Contribute material if you want to be able to pass judgement.

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>>18249557
Junger wasn't anti-war.

>> No.18249639

>>18249557
Storm of Steel is not a 'war is bad' book though, it glorifies it quite a lot.

>> No.18249642

>>18249639
ignore him, he's just the average /lit/ posturer. Literally came in just to feel righteous and won't respond unless he finds "counterarguments to ___" on Google.

>> No.18250080

The cynicism that regards hero worship as comical is always shadowed by a sense of physical inferiority.

>> No.18250249

>>18249371

“That’s the way with you fellows,” he cried, half angrily, “sentimentalizing about your immortal souls and afraid to die. At sight of a sharp knife and a cowardly Cockney the clinging of life to life overcomes all your fond foolishness. Why, my dear fellow, you will live for ever. You are a god, and God cannot be killed. Cooky cannot hurt you. You are sure of your resurrection. What’s there to be afraid of? “You have eternal life before you. You are a millionaire in immortality, and a millionaire whose fortune cannot be lost, whose fortune is less perishable than the stars and as lasting as space or time. It is impossible for you to diminish your principal. Immortality is a thing without beginning or end. Eternity is eternity, and though you die here and now you will go on living somewhere else and hereafter. And it is all very beautiful, this shaking off of the flesh and soaring of the imprisoned spirit. Cooky cannot hurt you. He can only give you a boost on the path you eternally must tread. “Or, if you do not wish to be boosted just yet, why not boost Cooky? According to your ideas, he, too, must be an immortal millionaire. You cannot bankrupt him. His paper will always circulate at par. You cannot diminish the length of his living by killing him, for he is without beginning or end. He’s bound to go on living, somewhere, somehow. Then boost him. Stick a knife in him and let his spirit free. As it is, it’s in a nasty prison, and you’ll do him only a kindness by breaking down the door. And who knows?—it may be a very beautiful spirit that will go soaring up into the blue from that ugly carcass. Boost him along, and I’ll promote you to his place, and he’s getting forty-five dollars a month.”

-Jack London -‘Sea Wolf

>> No.18250257

>>18249639
It doesn’t glorify war. It just looks at war as any person would while in its midst. When it becomes the status quo you psychologically adapt and are able to still find reasons to keep going living and even enjoying your life. That is not “glorifying”

>> No.18250261

>>18250257
it depicts war as having moments of glory

>> No.18250268

>>18250080
This. Just read Nietzsche if you want to understand the cynic and life denier's psychology. He nails it.

>> No.18250287

Excerpts for the 160+ IQ

8. We understand that without nature there is an eternal stillness and rest, viz. the Nothing; and then we understand that an eternal will arises in the nothing, to introduce the nothing into something, that the will might find, feel, and behold itself.

9. For in the nothing the will would not be manifest to itself, wherefore we know that the will seeks itself, and finds itself in itself, and its seeking is a desire, and its finding is the essence of the desire, wherein the will finds itself.

10. It finds nothing except only the property of the hunger, which is itself, which it draws into itself, that is, draws itself into itself, and finds itself in itself; and its attraction into itself makes an overshadowing or darkness in it, which is not in the liberty, viz. in the nothing; for the will of the liberty overshadows itself with the essence of the desire, for the desire makes essence and not the will.

11. Now that the will must be in darkness is its contrariety, and it conceives in itself another will to go out from the darkness again into the liberty, viz. into the nothing, and yet it cannot reach the liberty from without itself, for the desire goes outwards, and causes source and darkness; therefore the will (understand the reconceived will) must enter inwards, and yet there is no separation.

>> No.18250298

>>18249557
imbecile

>> No.18250300

>>18249487
low test

>> No.18250309

>>18250261
Which is does. But it doesn’t glorify war itself.

>> No.18250515

>>18250300
Well I have left puberty behind, so yes, low test compared to those in puberty.

>> No.18250521

>>18249401
Woman detected
Give home address so I can kidnap and rape you

>> No.18250567

>>18249436
>>18249469
Kek more please

>> No.18250569
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>>18250521
>he can't understand the fundamental absurdities of life and laugh at them
You have to be 18 to post here little guy.

>> No.18250612

>>18249557

This is a take that can only grow in the mind of a man who has never seen someone shot.

>> No.18250633

>>18250612
Not really, it is banal and most would agree that war is a last resort and should be avoided. Standard best seller fodder, nothing special.

t. been to war.

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>>18249371
I don't know if this is considered high T or not, but I really like it.

>> No.18251553

>>18249371
cringe

>> No.18252209

SECOND-BEST
Robinson Jeffers

A Celtic spearman forcing the cromlech-builder's brown daughter;
A blond Saxon, a slayer of Britons,
Building his farm outside the village he'd burned; a Norse
Voyager, wielder of oars and a sword,
Thridding the rocks at the fjord sea-end, hungry as a hawk;
A hungry Gaelic chiefling in Ulster,
Whose blood with the Norseman's rotted in the rain on a heather hill:

These by the world's time were very recent
Forefathers of yours. And you are a maker of verses. The pallid
Pursuit of the world's beauty on paper,
Unless a tall angel comes to require it, is a pitiful pastime.
If, burnished new from God's eyes, an angel:
And the ardors of the simple blood showing clearly a little ridiculous
In this changed world: write and be quiet.

>> No.18252226

THE JAGUAR
Ted Hughes

The apes yawn and adore their fleas in the sun.
The parrots shriek as if they were on fire, or strut
Like cheap tarts to attract the stroller with the nut.
Fatigued with indolence, tiger and lion

Lie still as the sun. The boa-constrictor’s coil
Is a fossil. Cage after cage seems empty, or
Stinks of sleepers from the breathing straw.
It might be painted on a nursery wall.

But who runs like the rest past these arrives
At a cage where the crowd stands, stares, mesmerized,
As a child at a dream, at a jaguar hurrying enraged
Through prison darkness after the drills of his eyes

On a short fierce fuse. Not in boredom —
The eye satisfied to be blind in fire,
By the bang of blood in the brain deaf the ear —
He spins from the bars, but there’s no cage to him

More than to the visionary his cell:
His stride is wildernesses of freedom:
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel.
Over the cage floor the horizons come.

>> No.18252233

>>18250633
>t. been to war
What year? What province?
t. OEF 09-10, Kandahar

>> No.18252237

>>18249557
"War is good" is the most basement dwelling opinion imaginable that an anon can post on an anime forum.

>> No.18252244

>>18249371
He should have disabled the office somehow. Every soldier have families and this one mercy granted that he would be back on the line killing your side of family men in no time.

>> No.18252245

>>18252237
All universal statements are retarded and made by spiritual basement dwellers.

>> No.18252246

>>18252237
War isn't anything in particular. It's just war. People get injured and killed. They fight and kill. Whatever significance you layer on top of that is purely human and has no relationship to the institution itself.

>> No.18252252

>>18252246
In what way is war an institution?

>> No.18252268

>>18252252
It's made up of organizations whose sole business is to wage war in the manner which both side reasons will lead to success for themselves (ie contingent upon various extraneous factors). It's a classic institution, and one of the oldest on the planet, probably alongside prostitution and private property.

>> No.18252272

>>18252252
It's the oldest institution in human history. It's the running theme that ties together every epoch in which humans have existed. It has a basic nature which persists completely independently of cultural and temporal variation. It has been maintained with painstaking care by generations upon generations of humans, who come to take up its torch and fill its ranks with replacements for the men who have come before. If that's not an institution, I don't know what is.

>> No.18252330

>>18250636
Possibly my favourite poem. It is a masterpiece

>> No.18252364

TO LUCASTA, GOING TO THE WARS
By Richard Lovelace

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Lov’d I not Honour more.

>> No.18252393

DIGGING
By Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests, snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

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>ITT: excerpts that women and low testosterone men will never understand

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>>18249371

>> No.18252428

>>18252411
This reads like a garden variety shitpost you'd see at least ten permutations of per hour on /lit/. Who wrote this dreck?

>> No.18252463

>>18249401
not absurd. Just plain stupid, It should come across as an act of resistance but he didn't alertly pull the trigger.

>> No.18252666

>>18249557
Go to Syria right now, you monumental retard.

>> No.18252686

>>18252401
such a brilliant meme since everyone looks like this pic

>> No.18252736
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>> No.18252744

>>18249371
>letting a man live because he is also a human with a deep and meaninful life

n-not what I expected anon. I like it.

>> No.18252748

>>18249401
imbecile

>> No.18252792

>>18250515
lmao you're low test lmao

>> No.18252820

>>18250287
>We are the universe observing itself maaaannnnnn

>> No.18252839

>>18250287
>Excerpts for those who still think smoking weed makes you creative

>> No.18252875

>>18252839
I regret smoking weed so much. It crushed my short and long term memory and for what? Some mild entertainment and false sense of profundity. Years wasted.

>> No.18252904

>>18252411
amazing, it's like that anon who printed threads to read them while commuting

>> No.18252982 [DELETED] 

>>18249371
just goes to show that even your enemies at war will spare your life if you can successfully breed. Women hold reproductive rights and the key to sex and are literally dooming incels to die so chad can live to fight another day...

>> No.18252995
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Made me tear up

>> No.18253014

>>18252252
the basis of civilisation is war mate
if you still can't understand that at 18 you're lost

>> No.18253213

>>18250268
>neetch
>physical superiority

>> No.18253243

This is what happens when you try to reduce a writer to memes.

>> No.18253471

Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your fi rst voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when fi rst told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning. And still deep-er the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the im-age of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.

>> No.18254886

>>18250257
>as any person would
Jünger was clearly not just any person back then

>> No.18254895

>>18253213
Nietzsche had a first-view look on terrible sickness, he admits as much.

>> No.18254949

>>18249371
>go to war
>be too much of a chickenshit to kill the enemy
>write a book with cringe prose about how much of a loser you are
>be laughed at on 4chan after you die while the rest of the world thinks you're some kind of nazi
kek

>> No.18256534

>>18249557
Jünger thought the war was cool, actually.

>> No.18256541

>>18250612
Shooting people is fun. Just ask Chuck Mawhinney.

>> No.18256560

>>18249469
LMAO

>> No.18257938

bump

>> No.18257974

>>18254949
He does kill the enemy. He spares this one.

>> No.18258027

>>18252411
Based and true.

>> No.18258036

>>18252411
>bleed for results
maybe if you're a woman

>> No.18258040

>>18252411
If strength is fascism, why did the fascists lose the war?

>> No.18258276

The problem for man as for other animal isn’t stress or suffering, but the feeling that one can’t escape: the despair and panic of exhaustion and entrapment. Beyond the borders of the known inhabited world, the oikoumene, there lay uncrossable oceans, including the great earth ocean of the steppe, and the Sahara in the other direction. China and India were known, and trade existed, but this was only a vague knowledge that could have, in theory, stimulated the sense of conquest and adventure. There were, in other words, plenty of possible sources for the feeling that beyond the known world still remained the unexplored. The same unknown that called the enterprise and spirit of the Portuguese, Spanish and other Europeans who set out on a colonial mission of world-conquest and discovery, all of this existed in late Roman times. But the will or spirit was not there, there was only exhaustion on all sides, the same exhaustion that explains the pointless history of China, India, and all longsettled farming places. Civil wars and palace coups will always continue, but the spirit of man is broken by habituation to an overlong domestication, and nothing genuinely great in body or spirit takes places again after a while. This “habituation” includes of course those “habits of the blood,” which leads to the breeding and overproduction of the superfluous. Once a great power imposes domestication on its neighbors and then itself, comforts grow, and so many are born who experience life already at birth in an exhausted state, and who call upon themselves the governments and religions of the exhausted and stressed. Surely the external obstacles we face now are far greater: outer space for us is not traversable even in theory, and we know of nothing on the other side of empty space…everything outside the already known seems barren. And yet, I

repeat, this kind of physical limitation isn’t the real cause of a spiritual exhaustion that yearns for escape of some sort.

>> No.18258284

>>18258276
It is the very character of domestic life to present the world as an enclosed owned space, and, although mankind adapts itself on the whole to this condition, both biologically and culturally, yet there remains a glimmer of the opposite tendency inside even the lowliest. He can’t help but experience this new state of things in late civilizations except with dread, the dread suspicion…an uncanny suspicion….. that the world is artificial. He begins to sense that this hothouse he lives in is the malevolent creation of a demiurge that likes to observe our sufferings, that He and his minions feed on them. In the remote future, should the evil of human innovation continue unchecked, we really will live in the world the Gnostics feared, and that spark of vital life and energy that is the gift of nature to all youthful peoples born from its womb, that spark will remain entrapped in “matter wrongly configured,” matter entirely foreign to its inborn desires and workings, but fashioned instead for the benefit of something else. In many ways the world we inhabit now already anticipates this living hell of the Gnostics, and the response of those in whom the pain of civilization and modernity is most advanced, the transsexuals, unwittingly help to further uncouple reality from nature, and to make our progressive domestication more totalitarian and aggressive. And yet, for yourselves, who wish to fight the encroaching tyranny, remember that in conditions of crisis the “Carpocratian” option, the attraction precisely to the criminal and deviant, can be very great …but…one here is at the edge of the abyss. And the way you interpret the call of this instinct…

>> No.18258349

>>18258040
if neanderthals were stronger, why did they lose the human race?

>> No.18258428

>>18257974
A lot of the anons ITT haven't read what they're talking shit about.

>> No.18258582

The freedom of birds is an insult to me. I'd have them all in zoos.

>> No.18258594

>>18258582
>not letting them live in nature, or occasionally hunting them
Sounds like a manlet desu

>> No.18258626

>>18258349
so fascists were retarded. alright.

>> No.18258633

>>18258626
Neanderthals weren't retarded, that's a meme. How does an idiot carve a flint ax?

>> No.18258637
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The entire book

>> No.18258662

>>18258594
Filtered.

>> No.18258668

>>18258662
Ok, what's the context of the quote?

>> No.18258676

>>18258594
>manlet
Judge is 7 foot tall lmao

>> No.18258681

>>18258676
the judge is a spiritual manlet

>> No.18258729

>>18249371
>”Call me Ishmael!”

>> No.18258740

>>18249371
>not killing every enemy

>> No.18258747

>>18258740
>no honor
Just for the record, low t or female?

>> No.18258751

>>18258747
>leaving a man alive to wallow in defeat instead of giving him a glorious death
The only low test nerd around here is you.

>> No.18258757

>>18258349
Because Neanderthals were mostly solitary. They were physically larger than us, and some scientists believe there's an argument for them having been smarter as well. They lost the competition with humans because we are a more social species. We were the horde of barbarians screaming over the hill, and they were the warrior-philosophers who would rather have died than lower themselves to living in groups.

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>>18254949
>be laughed at by 4chan
Oh no, how will he ever recover

>> No.18258910

>>18258875
Obsessed

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18258933

>Oh no, how will he ever recover

>> No.18258986

>>18258910
>>18258933
Cope

>> No.18258989

>>18258757
Yeah, thanks for the bullshit just-so story.

>> No.18259054

>>18249557
Excellent bait, bravo.

>> No.18259098

>>18259054
Wasn't bait newfag

>> No.18259105

>>18258668
The Judge wishes to control and dominate everything around him and the only way to do that is to discover and understand nature. Once man uncovers nature's secrets he will reign supreme, in the Judge's view.

“Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent."

>> No.18259539

>>18252686
Um anon... Most people don't look like that. Sounds like you're a chud, sorry.

>> No.18259570

>>18258637
Too many women have given it 5 stars on Goodreads, which is also true for other Cmac books. The meme that women don't read cmac is false.

>> No.18259584

>>18259570
Reading and understanding are two different things.

>> No.18259899

"this fellow was quite black from head to foot, a clear proof that what he said was stupid."

>> No.18260060

>>18259098
>>18249557
Non-readers should be permabanned.

>> No.18260515

>>18252839
>Boehme smoked weed

>>18252820
This is both part of what Boehme is saying, and sort of an absurd reduction.