/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.7899951]

Shit goddam it's almost summer family. Describe for me a super hot, sunny day, /lit/, any location

[Anonymous No.7899955]

>>7899951
Am home. Am hot. PC hot. Stop heat pls.

[Anonymous No.7900155]

>>7899951
The heat in the street was terrible: and the airlessness, the bustle and the plaster, scaffolding, bricks, and dust all about him, and that special Petersburg stench, so familiar to all who are unable to get out of town in summer—all worked painfully upon the young man’s already overwrought nerves. The insufferable stench from the pot-houses, which are particularly numerous in that part of the town, and the drunken men whom he met continually, although it was a working day, completed the revolting misery of the picture.

[Anonymous No.7900214]

>tfw new england still stuck in winter
Fuck you

[ssss No.7900229]

>>7899951
I waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were
gathering in my eyebrows. It was just the same sort of heat as at my mother’s
funeral, and I had the same disagreeable sensations—especially in my forehead,
where all the veins seemed to be bursting through the skin. I couldn’t stand it any
longer, and took another step forward. I knew it was a fool thing to do; I wouldn’t get
out of the sun by moving on a yard or so. But I took that step, just one step, forward.
And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight.
A shaft of light shot upward from the steel, and I felt as if a long, thin blade
transfixed my forehead. At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated in
my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of
moisture. Beneath a veil of brine and tears my eyes were blinded; I was conscious
only of the cymbals of the sun clashing on my skull, and, less distinctly, of the keen
blade of light flashing up from the knife, scarring my eyelashes, and gouging into my
eyeballs.
Then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea,
while the sky cracked in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured
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Albert Camus THE STRANGER
down through the rift. Every nerve in my body was a steel spring, and my grip closed
on the revolver. The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my
palm. And so, with that crisp, whipcrack sound, it all began. I shook off my sweat
and the clinging veil of light. I knew I’d shattered the balance of the day, the
spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy. But I fired four shots more
into the inert body, on which they left no visible trace. And each successive shot was
another loud, fateful rap on the door of my undoing.

[Anonymous No.7900232]

>>7900229
>38
>Albert Camus THE STRANGER
Ooops

[Anonymous No.7900255]

People smelled like sweat and beer, dogs circled around licks of shade and fell into the cool. My little brother asked me how they kept the horses in the fields when they could just jump the gates. I said they paid them.

[Anonymous No.7900337]

>>7900255
nice.

[Anonymous No.7900343]

>>7900232
That's called comedy gold m8.

[Anonymous No.7900345]

>>7900255
Hemingway fuck u.

[FKA green !YOUlQWt3s6 No.7900365]

>>7899951
Any good reading places close to the Vancouver skytrain? Just got a place near the 29th station in east van

[Anonymous No.7900375]

>>7900255
oof finish this pls

keep to your pursuits friend

[Anonymous No.7900971]

>>7900345
Weird. I usually just try to rip off David Berman.