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>>9569478
We know nothing about your father so just give him something he'd complete before anything else

>>9569478
Wuthering Heights is a pretty great book senpai. Definitely one of my favorites. Heathcliff and Cathy are easily two of the greatest chatacters in literature.

You sound like pretentious condescending fuck.

3/10 would not want to have as son.

>>9569132
So if I don't read any books that means I live forever, right?

>>9569132
Pointless to chose wisely. All you can do is read whatever you fancy then advice the next generation on what book you read that are worth preserving. It's better to read 7000 shit books that no-one has ever read, than it is to read 7000 good books that everyone has read.
Knowledge can only be carried down through the generations, it does not follow you in death.

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>>9569224
Beware anons. This is an example of what happens to your mind when you decide to only consume trash.

I used to write "however," a lot

>>9568700
I over use commas,

>like
>kinda
>pretty much
>ain't
>y'all
>dude/man/bro
>double/triple negatives
>can't go a sentence without cursing
I've been writing in first person for so long, my narrator's habits are my habits. It's really hard not to have all of my characters sound like total hicks at this point.
Apart from that, my worst habit in regards to writing is that I put the pen down after every ten words or so and watch five minutes of a movie, get a snack, reorganize stuff on my desk, etc. I can't focus on anything for more than a few minutes and that really comes out when I write.

>>9568686

Usually on such journeys one would defer to recognized roads and ideas put forth by local people, but let us remember that the most well-trodden and frequented paths prove the most deceptive. Accordingly, the most important point to stress is that we should not, like sheep, follow the herd of creatures in front of us, making our way where others go, not where we ought to go. And yet there is nothing that brings greater trouble on us than the fact that we conform to rumor, thinking that what has won widespread approval is best, and that, as we have so many to follow as good, we live by the principle, not of reason, but of imitation. What follows from this is that we become piled high, us men, rushing to our ruin. Just as it happens that in a great crowd that is crushed together, when the people jostle against each other, no one falls without dragging someone else down with him, and the ones in front bring destruction on the ones behind, and you may see this happening throughout all of life.

>>9568706

And so I say that so long as each one of us prefers to trust someone else's judgement in our lives rather than relying on his own, we never exercise judgement in our lives but constantly resort to trust, and a mistake that has been passed down from one hand to another takes us over and leads us to ruin. It is this poor example of others that destroys us: we will regain our health, if only we distance ourselves from the crowd.
Yet still it is as things are, these people, defending their own wickedness, set themselves up against reason. And so the same thing happens at election meetings, when the very people who chose the senators wonder that those people were chosen, once the shifting breeze of public favor has changed direction: we show approval for something one moment, then criticize it in the next; every decision following the majority's wishes ends this way.

>>9568734

So when we discuss this happy life, there is no reason for you to give me the well-known reply familiar with vote-counting: 'This side seems to be in the majority.' For that is why it is the worse side. Human concerns are not so happily arranged that the majority favors the better things: evidence of the worst choice is the crowd. So let us ask what is best, not what is the most customary, thing to do, and what establishes our claim to unending happiness, not what he rabble has set its stamp of approval on. And when I say rabble, I mean grand and wealthy people just as much as ordinary folk; for I have no regard for the air of status that surrounds people.
In judging someone I do not trust my eyes, I have a better and more reliable light by which to distinguish truth from falsehood: let the soul's goodness be discovered by the soul.

>>9568444

Zoroastrianism

spooky

stirner+husserl

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>>9568343
>brooding post-pubertal, french noir, quasi nihilist fag + a lot of knit clothing and ciggarette

pic rel, but insert camus/generic literatureTM person

It's just an illusion because of the clothes of the time and especially because the pictures were black and white

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>>9568343
you're only looking at the shit ones, my man

"Ambitious people understand, then, that a migratory way of life is the price of getting ahead. It is a price they gladly pay, since they associate the idea of home with intrusive relatives and neighbors, small-minded gossip, and hidebound conventions. The new elites are in revolt against “Middle America,” as they imagine it: a nation technologically backward, politically reactionary, repressive in its sexual morality, middlebrow in its taste, smug and complacement, dull and dowdy. Those who covet membership in the new aristocracy of brains tend to congregate on the coasts, turning their back on the heartland and cultivating ties with the international market in fast-moving money, glamour, fashion, and popular culture. It is a question whether they think of themselves as Americas at all. Patriotism, certainly, does not rank very high in their hierarchy of virtues. “Multiculturalism,” on the other hand, suits them to perfection, conjuring up the agreeable image of a global bazaar in which exotic cuisines, exotic styles of dress, exotic music, exotic tribal customs can be savored indiscriminately, with no questions asked and no commitments required. The new elites are at home only in transit, en route to a high-lelvel conference, to the grand opening of a new franchise, to an international film festival, or to an undiscovered resort. Theirs is essentially a tourist’s view of the world – not a perspective likely to encourage a passionate devotion to democracy."

>letto
letta

>>9567990
Perche io non parlo italiano

Pourquoi tu ne l'as pas encore lu

Wow I don't speak Italian and I understood it in French.

Plus, [child swimsuits] had recently released a hit new sim that was popular among people everywhere: Dick and Shorty. Depicting an elderly, alcoholic pedophile and a nerd that children and the feeble minded alike could point and laugh at, the show received great ratings. Anyone with a full-body VR suit could act out the role of Dick’s verbal abuse on both the giving and receiving end. Manly especially enjoyed the romantic elements where Dick would briefly glance at Shorty and vice versa in loving ways.

It was 6:35 pm exactly when Manly turned on his Reality Simuset to perform the newest episode of Dick and Shorty. At 6:37, he received a text that caught his attention.

II

“Get your twink ass over here ;)” from an unknown number. Manly was skeptical of the source, but the phrasing sounded familiar.

“Who’s this cuteboy?? (kiss emoji)”

“You know me and my tight little ass very well”

“Ooooohhhh, naughty naughty ;)”

“You wanna come over to my place?”

“Who is this again?”

“It’s Hairy. I mean Harry… silly me”

“Oooooo, let’s re-enact homecoming again you dirt dobbler”

“Sounds good to me. Meet me at Xanadu at 10. And bring those nice little chaps I bought you”

“Sure thing sugar balls. See you then ;)”

Manly took his Simuset helmet off and chucked it across the room. Fake water and fish flooded his apartment as his Virtuquarium simulated a real break in its hardware. Damn they’re meticulous with those things, Manly thought. His mind quickly darted to a more pressing matter: Xanadu.

God he hated that place. His secret nickname for it was Ass Blast Central. All people do there is fuck each other against their will. He secretly loathed it. As a TGS scholar though, the history of the place peaked his curiosity.

Xanadu was founded in 2054 as the first urban country club where members could buttfuck their friends and clients without their wives knowing about it. As the institution of marriage slowly faded away, however, it turned into more of an elite nightclub for rich men and their young butt sluts. Now it exclusively serves the well to do, young and old.

None of it really mattered to Manly though. He just wanted to stay at home and simulate true love. Fuck it, he muttered, I’ll go. He had a reputation to uphold.

III

At 9:50, Manly stepped out of his apartment building and hailed a cab. As soon as he sat down in the back seat, he yelled “to the gayest place on Earth, and step on it.” The cab driver slowly turned around to reveal a white bandana over his face and released a moan. In a perverse re-enactment of the Kennedy assassination, the driver’s head exploded. Chunks of brain and coagulated blood hit Manly’s face and landed in his mouth. Before he knew what happened, a large black dildo connected with his head and rendered him unconscious.

IV

Manly’s eyelids fluttered. He couldn’t move anything but his head and neck. A flood light blinded him.

“Where the fu-”

A pink blur slapped him across the face. He knew those ridges from somewhere.

“Hcchou will speek when speeken to, darlen!” yelled a familiar voice with a vaguely exotic accent.

Oh shit, Manly thought. It’s Genghis.

Genghis Muhammad was one of Manly’s former classmates at Fat Cock. A Bengali prince of considerable wealth, Genghis had made a name for himself at FC for spending considerable sums on his white lovers. Manly remembered that he even bought his friend Matt a lambo in exchange for a handjob. Although Genghis had won friends with money, one thing had irked him throughout his career at Fat Cock: Manly had refused to rape him. Genghis begged and pleaded with Manly to rape him, sometimes hitting Manly with a ridged, silicone buttplug in the shape of the prophet Mohammed’s head. The efforts were fruitless though.

Genghis repulsed Manly. He had weird bumps on his butt that made Manly think he had anal herpes. More importantly, Genghis had an obscene face. All the kids at Fat Cock joked that his brood father had tried to put him back into the vat when he was an infant at the Palestinian clone lab. Regardless of the circumstances, the man was horrifying.

“Now darlen you have no choice but to plug my brown hole!” Genghis said as he raised his androgyburka over his exposed anus and pointed it toward his predator and prey. Manly accepted his fate as Genghis awkwardly waddled toward him. All of the sudden, the light flickered off, leaving the two near lovers in dark silence. Awestruck, Manly would both praise and regret the next couple of minutes for years to come.

V

“In the name of Allah!” the thick accent pierced the silence.

Manly heard a physical struggle and what he believed was the sound of handcuffs snapping shut.

The lights turned on suddenly. It took Manly a moment to adjust his eyes to his surroundings.

Two white and black blurs slowly turned into men dressed in black tuxedos bedazzled with glitter. Clones of the WASP-145 variety, the men immediately struck Manly as thought police.

“What happened here?” one of the agents asked.

“He tried to rape me.” Manly said.

“Did he injure you beyond normal sexual protocols?” Agent 1 asked.

“No.” Manly said.

“What flashed through your mind as he tried to pounce on you?” Agent 2 interjected.

“I thought that he could’ve just asked me for it.”

Manly knew he was dead meat before the agents blew tranq powder up his nose.

Fuck me, Manly thought as he drifted into unconsciousness.

VI

A wave of cold woke Manly from his sleep. He was dripping wet and strapped to a chair.

Manly quickly made notes of his surroundings. Big solid metal door, cast iron table, meat-hooks on the walls, rainbow colored dildo.

Manly knew exactly where he was. The teepees brought him to the Manhattan Edugaytion Center for Concentrated Analplay. MECCA for short, the institution was notorious for converting consies into bonafide rapists. In the consy newsletters that Manly had read in seedy clubs, many stories talk about their friends who went to MECCA. They never came back with anything but rape on their minds.

The door slammed open. An old man dressed in a white lab coat carried rubber gloves in one hand and a three-foot long silicone arm and fist in the other hand.

“Hello Mr. Richards. You can probably guess where you are.”

Manly averted his gaze and stared at the floor.

“No matter. We can either do this the hard way or the harder way. In either scenario, you’re going to be mercilessly fucked until you love rape of your own accord.”

For the first time in his life, Manly stood up for himself.

“I will never love rape! Give me romance or give me death!”

>>9567591
Job is far ahead of anything else

John

Ecclesiastes

>>9567575
I think in sci-fi going trans might be a smart business move.

>>9567575
Lazy bait bro

When your writing is so shit you don't ever get an email back acknowledging your submission. Despite being a brown 3rd worlder.

Where is this unfair advantage I am supposed to have when dealing with large western publishers?

>>9567289
>there is a reason he repeats the words all the time and use a lot of synonyms for the same word
Yes, because the Iliad and Odyssey weren't actually memorized word for word, it was recited differently each time using a standard plot structure where certain set phrases and sections were used to allow the bard time to think, and epithets and other concepts were used so that the bard reciting the poem had things to plug in that were the right fit for the metre of the current line of verse.

If anything, The Iliad and The Odyssey are prime candidates of poetry for translation in to other languages. They existed for a long time in oral tradition in many different forms that closely resembled each other before being written down, translations essentially just bring back the variance, and probably to a lesser degree when comparing reasonably high quality translations.

>>9567289

To be honest this is just what I needed, thank you for posting this.

You know the original text of the Homeric works is compared to Plato's original text like comparing a book for toddlers with the collected works of Shakespeare.

Start with the Greeks

>>9566993
where does one start with the greeks when starting with the greeks

who is the greekest of these greeks

who among them is the greekiest

How to prove it by Daniel Velleman

I didn't find them to be unrealistic. They seems like normal guys.

>>9566836
Hesse was gay. Wait, that was Mann.

people with deep hearts and wide sensibilities are often a bit touchy

>>9566757
best stick to written debate.

>can't debate without spergin out

>>9566757
Play it off as you being really passionate

Oh but I know plenty of portuguese anon like for example
ayyy AYYY GOSTOSO AYYY
or
AYYY DELISIA AYYY AYY

>wanting to read in the language of filthy monkeys like Machado de Assis and Lima Barreto

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>yfw these people will never read Romance d'A Pedra do Reino