/lit/ - Literature

I was reading Sun and Steel in a Starbucks (im not an npc) and a guy came up to me and asked what I was reading. At the time, i genuinely thought this dude was a reader so I said "I'm reading the musings of the Japanese poet Mishima and how he justifies the glory of sculpting your body in preparation of a beautiful death". He was like "oh, cool" then proceeded to small talk into a conversation about this amazing company he is recruiting for. Mfw i tried to redpill a normie multilevel marketing agent

So now i just default to "i read all sorts of stuff" too

>>11391873
Why are fat cats so adorable?

>Marry, and you will regret it; don’t marry, you will also regret it; marry or don’t marry, you will regret it either way.
>Laugh at the world’s foolishness, you will regret it; weep over it, you will regret that too; laugh at the world’s foolishness or weep over it, you will regret both.
>Believe a woman, you will regret it; believe her not, you will also regret it…
>Hang yourself, you will regret it; do not hang yourself, and you will regret that too; hang yourself or don’t hang yourself, you’ll regret it either way; whether you hang yourself or do not hang yourself, you will regret both.

books for this feel?

post an image and get book recommendations to go with it.

>>11049208
>fat tonyism

is it okay to use ";indeed," in a sentence?

>>11010323
>Reading Madame Bovary in French
>Read a word I don't know
>Look it up in an English-French dictionary
>Don't know what it means in English either

La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.

Nos péchés sont têtus, nos repentirs sont lâches;
Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiement dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.

Sur l'oreiller du mal c'est Satan Trismégiste
Qui berce longuement notre esprit enchanté,
Et le riche métal de notre volonté
Est tout vaporisé par ce savant chimiste.

C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent!
Aux objets répugnants nous trouvons des appas;
Chaque jour vers l'Enfer nous descendons d'un pas,
Sans horreur, à travers des ténèbres qui puent.

Ainsi qu'un débauché pauvre qui baise et mange
Le sein martyrisé d'une antique catin,
Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin
Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange.

Serré, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos cerveaux ribote un peuple de Démons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.

Si le viol, le poison, le poignard, l'incendie,
N'ont pas encor brodé de leurs plaisants dessins
Le canevas banal de nos piteux destins,
C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie.

Mais parmi les chacals, les panthères, les lices,
Les singes, les scorpions, les vautours, les serpents,
Les monstres glapissants, hurlants, grognants, rampants,
Dans la ménagerie infâme de nos vices,

II en est un plus laid, plus méchant, plus immonde!
Quoiqu'il ne pousse ni grands gestes ni grands cris,
Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde;

C'est l'Ennui! L’œil chargé d'un pleur involontaire,
II rêve d'échafauds en fumant son houka.
Tu le connais, lecteur, ce monstre délicat,
— Hypocrite lecteur, — mon semblable, — mon frère!

I have never been lonely in all my life. And in all that time I have been alone, always. The quiet I've come to know as my only companion now feels heavy, and I can't but wonder just how long that's been true.

I don't feel lonely. I do feel alone. A stranger even to strangeness. I've distanced myself from it but often I recognize life's beauty. The sublime spark of possibility, promise alive with color and heat, tactile and new. It only ever serves to remind me of my own emptiness, like a gleam of light peeping in some overgrown dark. And in that light I don't recognize myself.

>>9246236
Pretending you, your fellows, and the world are other than they are is the real cowardice.

Determinists are arguably the only ones responsible for their actions in so far as responsibility means something, because they are aware of their limited agency and their awareness of it. That latter part is key, I suggest you think on it

>>9205549
His popularity is strange given how muddled and sterilized his ideas have become in western translation.