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Evola is probably best for individuals who are disillusioned with modern moral and political discourse; who think the Weberian, bureaucratic, technological world is metaphysically untenable and based on the anathema of an integrated social and spiritual order; who find the only remnants of a right-oriented order are lunar, obsessed with nature and skin, Darwinism and petty patriotism; and who find the utopias of the Marxists to be fanciful, conceding to and perpetuating the same ideological perversions of its materialist predecessors, ignoring all metaphysical and higher justification for man.

well, Evola's work is highly allusive and his interpretations of other thinkers, of history and religious traditions are idiosyncratic. So you're best off if you've already read Kant before you read Evola on Kant, Plato before you read Evola on Plato, the Pali Canon before you read Evola on Buddhism, etcetera. He's weird and he has a strong agenda so it's not good to be introduced to anything you don't already know through Evola.

A dictionary

>>9662098
The Iliad

>>9662111
Nice trips tho

>>9662089
You don't

describe the inexpressible aroma of her intestinal discharges apparently

>>9662095
Exactly.

>>9662087
His reading of Moby Dick was incredible. If people knew what a patrician this guy was he'd be a hero here

>>9662163
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1Rd8dsyeSM

>>9662079
Bumping because the "plafond" passage is gold.

>>9662079
>Hiding to avoid talking to friends
>Sperging out about a favorite author
>Blacking out at a social event

How did you get a copy of my diary desu?

Where did you get this, op?

/lit/.

>>9662003
deviantart

>>9661963
i'd try searching the wiki in the sticky for the chart of depressing lit before asking for recommendations, but then i'm not a cunt, so ymmv.

Blood Meridian, hands down

>>9661892
>your diary might actually be worth gold.
How did you know I'm an autist?
How did you know I keep a diary?
How did you know I was going to read this thread?
Omg!!!

>>9661892
Finally every moron on this board gets a chance. I'm first in line.

>>9661903
i know you fuckers way too good...

>>9661916
it's your time to shine

>>9661788
ending of a shower of gold

>>9661788
>Parkroads - a review
In the brief space allowed me, I have been unable to comment on the performances of individual cast members, but it would be unjust to close without mentioning the late William Chang, who portrayed the captain of the junk. His scenes aboard seem initially grandiose. The vessel is too large, its mast impossibly tall, its rigging unnecessarily mysterious. Then we realize we are seeing it through the Chins' eyes. The Chins themselves appear small, shabby, and awkward, Chang a demigod; eventually we realize we are seeing him and them through the junk's eyes.
Distributed by Unconscious Artists, Inc. Rated R. Two and a half stars.

>>9661788
I will be genuinely surprised if there is anything that can top this sublime masterpiece, but I'll post a couple more as well:
>A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

>"My poor Aylmer," she repeated, with a more than human tenderness, "you have aimed loftily; you have done nobly. Do not repent that with so high and pure a feeling, you have rejected the best the earth could offer. Aylmer, dearest Aylmer, I am dying!"

Alas! it was too true! The fatal hand had grappled with the mystery of life, and was the bond by which an angelic spirit kept itself in union with a mortal frame. As the last crimson tint of the birthmark--that sole token of human imperfection--faded from her cheek, the parting breath of the now perfect woman passed into the atmosphere, and her soul, lingering a moment near her husband, took its heavenward flight. Then a hoarse, chuckling laugh was heard again! Thus ever does the gross fatality of earth exult in its invariable triumph over the immortal essence which, in this dim sphere of half development, demands the completeness of a higher state. Yet, had Alymer reached a profounder wisdom, he need not thus have flung away the happiness which would have woven his mortal life of the selfsame texture with the celestial. The momentary circumstance was too strong for him; he failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of time, and, living once for all in eternity, to find the perfect future in the present.

>>9661714
The Gospels

memoirs of a survivor - Doris lessing

Revelation Chapter 13