/lit/ - Literature

>>3763887
>even if im successful im stilla monkey and none of this matter

>Here there is in fact a certain degree of self-reflection, and so a certain degree of observation of oneself. With this certain degree of self-reflection begins the act of discrimination whereby the self becomes aware of itself as something essentially different from the environment, from externalities and their effect upon it. But this is only to a certain degree. Now when the self with a certain degree of self-reflection wills to accept itself, it stumbles perhaps upon one difficulty or another in the composition of the self. For as no human body is perfection, so neither is any self. This difficulty, be it what it may, frightens the man away shudderingly.

>>3764042
>>3763828

>Thus when the ambitious man whose watchword was "Either Caesar or nothing" does not become Caesar, he is in despair thereat. But this signifies something else, namely, that precisely because he did not become Caesar he now cannot endure to be himself. So properly he is not in despair over the fact that he did not become Caesar, but he is in despair over himself for the fact that he did not become Caesar. This self which, had he become Caesar, would have been to him a sheer delight (though in another sense equally in despair), this self is now absolutely intolerable to him. In a profounder sense it is not the fact that he did not become Caesar which is intolerable to him, but the self which did not become Caesar is the thing that is intolerable; or, more correctly, what is intolerable to him is that he cannot get rid of himself. If he had become Caesar he would have been rid of himself in desperation, but now that he did not become Caesar he cannot in desperation get rid of himself. Essentially he is equally in despair in either case, for he does not possess himself, he is not himself. By becoming Caesar he would not after all have become himself but have got rid of himself, and by not becoming Caesar he falls into despair over the fact that he cannot get rid of himself.

And people thought I was bad.

Read this book: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sickness_Unto_Death

Title: Everybody should be allowed to be a literary genius.

Author: Jack I. C_____

Quote: "Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed."

Body:
"
"Chapter 1: Everybody is equal."

" Premise 1: All persons are equal.
Premise 2: Shakespeare is a person
Conclusion: All persons are equal to Shakespeare.

Premise 1: All persons are equal to Shakespeare.
Premise 2: Shakespeare is a literary genius.
Conclusion: All persons are literary geniuses.

Now that I have proved beyond all doubt that every person is a literary genius, I think it is high time that somebody write a book of such low understanding and aesthetic taste that anybody could reproduce its merits at a whim, and that then this book be praised beyond all extant authors, thus making literary genius within the grasp of all. I believe this to be in the everybody's best interest, as everybody would certainly be very satisfied to know that they are in fact literary geniuses.

With that said, I intend to write this book. This shall be this book, i.e. the one currently being written. As you have no doubt noticed I have put in very minimal effort into planning, writing and revising this book. In fact I have put in no effort whatsoever.

There is a post currently on 4chan stating that Luigi Pirandello already did it. I believe that Luigi Pirandello doesn't exist, and that the person responsible for that post is a faggot.

"

What do you think?

I'm thinking about raping Female Character.

>>3736189
>go do something productive

I'm not American though.

Title: What's the point in writing Books?

Author: Jack I. C_____

Quote: "What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold!"

Body:
"

"Chapter 1: I have nothing to say and I will say it."

" Please don't read this book. I didn't mean to do this book, I did it by accident. I have nothing to say, and books are meant to say something. I don't have any passion to speak of, and even if I did I wouldn't know how to word it. I don't have original thoughts, I downloaded all of my thoughts from the internet and they require severe patching.

Oh God not this again. Please, not this again.

OK, OK, I will try not to do this again, I know everyone's been doing it. God, you're making me nervous, I just want you to like my book. OK, I will give you a character to analyze and make intelligent thoughts about. I don't have a name for the character yet so let's just call it "Female Character".

Female Character, say something:

"What?" said Female Character, surprised to find herself existing.

Introduce yourself to the audience.

"Fuck off weirdo", Female Character exclaimed.

Now listen here bitch, I created you, you do what I say, you better start behaving like a psychologically deep character who is also a symbol for something of greater importance or I will smudge you out of existence.

"I'm getting my boyfriend to beat you up", Female Character said.

What? You don't have a boyfriend.

Suddenly Female Character's muscular boyfriend appeared, and he looked pissed.

"

What do you think?

So here I have compelling evidence that ledditors have found their way into positions of power over 4chan, I must therefore regretfully resign as a valued member of this community.

To all those who will miss my presence on /lit/ I would like to say thank you, and remind them that there is no excuse for not being a Tripfag.

And to the plebes, I say good riddance.

Goodbye,

-Virgin 20/m/UK !VIRGIN/FJM

>>3734271
>implying "tripfag" isn't a spook

>>3734235
>And besides intelligence and good breeding

It's impossible for Jews to have "good breeding" in the proper sense of that term. They have always been lower class citizens.

>>3734262
>implying "reading Stirner" isn't a spook

nice try, spooklord

>>3733654
It's pretty tragic because she could have just opened microsoft paint and removed the "reward offered $2000" bit on that second-from-last one.

>implying "having a good day" isn't a spook

>being taken for a pleasant stroll around town in my horse-drawn carriage, dressed in my aristocratic attire.
>wave amiably at the meek and downtrodden plebs
>chuckle softly to myself as they shoot back resentful scowls
>my carriage is forced to halt by a particularly dirty peasant who stands to obstruct its path, waving his arms about and shouting in protest
>step down from my carriage to confront the importuning good-for-nothing
>look down haughtily at his meager and unwashed body
>"and for what reason do you stop my carriage, sir?"
>he lifts his arms and flails around in his hand a scrappy, beaten book, opens his mouth, speaking like a mad preacher, "ATTENTION-WHORING TRIPFAG!"
>"Pardon?" I say, maintaining my civility
>"YOU! YOU ARE A TRIP-FAG. WHY NOT DRESS AND SPEAK DIRTY LIKE US FOLK"
>incredulous, about to turn back to my carriage seat and tell the coachman to carry on our path without heed for the madman
>he grabs my shoulder with his clumsy paw and tries to pull me around
>I turn and he waves his nasty tome in my face
>"SEE, YOU DON'T NEED TO LOOK SMART TO READ GOOD BOOKS"
>I snatch the rotten thing from his hand and see that it is in fact "Infinite Jest" by one "David Foster Wallace"
>"ah, I mistook you for a philistine. My apologies, sir, I see you have very fine taste in deed. You're welcome to join me on my carriage if you like."
>he blushes and grins, telling me "it's OK" and apologising for his rudeness
>return to my seat and open my Virgil, shaking my head.

>>3733624
white text on black background is really irritating to the eye, m8

>>3733494
>How so?

They are vacuous statements with very ambiguous meaning, just like YOLO!

>>3733490
this happened to you?

also, what's the meaning of your last line?
>Sabotaged social mobility
how does that relate to your situation?

>>3733455
>If you're taking control of your life, being a good person, and producing things of value

more ill-informed cliches than a David Fozzy Wally short story.

>>3733356
Alright I'll say it more straightforwardly then. You've read him wrongly.

>>3733324
> Reading him doesn't give you the answers you seek, but it does make you well-rounded

This is exactly the way Kierkegaard didn't want to be read.

>>3733325
all you plebs do is write sage in the E-mail field. I don't see why I am obligated to put on a show for any of you swine.

>>3733202
>The German speaking world adores him

The Germans swooned over Byron too. Goethe adored both.

>>3733248
>but it's painfully obvious you're trying to copy the elitist shtick of posters like Quentin.

This reminds me of that post I made yesterday where I said that it's sad that the plebs will continue to talk about Quentin when they ought to be remembering Deep&Edgy.

>>3733222
>Good sir, what's the point of living if no one acknowledges your potential, and resign you to a life of drudgery and witholds social mobility from you.
>What do we have instead in the world today? Schlock, and plenty of it, and those are the people making the most money.

This is vanity and double-mindedness m8, you want to fulfil your potential and prove your real worth but you also wanted to be praised and lauded over for it, and you complain that people of little merit are praised too much. This is standard stuff and has gone on forever, it's not a symptom of today, it's a symptom of all time.
Seeing as you're on the track to elitist attitudes I think the best elitist attitude is the Classical one - you have to realize that most people are not educated enough to distinguish what is great, and so mediocrity will always go praised by the masses: you have to rely on the virtuous few to recognize what is worthy, and see that the approval of one of these men is worth more than the collective approval of countless numbers of those uninitiated.

Here's a bonus quote from Kierkegaard:

>Men, then, only desire money, and money is an abstraction, a form of reflection . . . Men do not envy the gifts of others, their skill, or the love of their women; they only envy each others' money. . . . These men would die with nothing to repent of, believing that if only they had the money, they might have truly lived and truly achieved something.