>But in the end, it was all just a portrait of the artist as a young man
Joyce you hack
Sae heel ay the hunt Ah sais tae masel', naw, Ah'll no boather wi' smack anymair, Ah'll heid doon tae Granton and keep mah eye oot fur ane ay they likes Class 56 boys. Ah kinda eywis did prefer Trainspotting.
...but In the end, I guess it was just the death of a salesman...
...but in the end, I guess I was just in search of lost time...
...but in the end, I guess it was just a divine comedy...
...but in the end, I guess he was just a pale king...
--David Foster Wallace
"O, I die, Horatio.
The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit.
I cannot live to hear the news from England.
But I do prophesy the election lights
On Fortinbras. He has my dying voice.
So tell him, with th' occurrents, more and less,
Which have solicited. The rest is silence.
O, O, O, O. (dies)"
the last line of Atlas Shrugged is seriously kekworthy
>He raised his hand and over the desolate earth he traced in space the sign of a dollar
huh, I wonder what that book was all about anyway
>Don't you understand, Glanton? This land makes us mad! This murderous sun-! This... this Blood Meridian is unquenchable!
I don't know what kind of rock you live under, but where I live, the story is over when the bad guy or the good guy dies.
Ironically, that's why I enjoy space operas like star wars so much...it is poetic justice, like the old west: the classic battle between good and evil. Black and White contrast as it is in real life.
hahahah holy shit seriously?
4th grade symbolism aside what the fuck would posses a person to do that? How embarrassing.
>And that's when they all realized how their lives had become intertwined and altered forever by one mysterious figure, a figure no longer among them, but one they knew would come again. And that man's name? Vulgate.
Really, Jerome? I'm not sure that's 100% accurate
>I'll be Dead before you Sea these Scrolls! He said right before a sword plunged inside through his Kippah and into his brain.
I mean, did they really have to capitalize the words? It seems a bit on the nose doesn't it?
>There was a region for the lovers, and a place for the lonely. There was a state for the rich, and a commonwealth for the poor. There was a society for saints, and a land for the sinners. There was a democracy for the just, and a monarchy for the wicked. But even though there was a nation for the children, there was still... No Country for Old Men.
Literally threw the book across the room.
>*Oh? He killed himself huh? Over a girl? I guess Werther couldn't handle all of those sorrows." Goethe then put on his sunglasses as the Miami sun was getting too bright. An airboat sailing riding through the everglades.
Lazy fucking self-insert.
>"you see, Jenkinson, the first and second expeditions in Northern Russia found nothing, but thanks to Fagolino's second principle, I built a machine that will finally make us understand what happened in communist Russia. This archeological prowess will, after all these years, unearth the legacy of totalitarianism in a tundra!"
I want names moot
Do people seriously think these threads are funny?
>On 11 September, 2001, the United States will be attacked by Islamic jihadists, unless it is prevented by the US staying out of the affairs of the Middle East and letting them sort out their own problems. Also, the founding a Jewish state in Palestine will start over a century of armed conflict, so maybe don't do that.
-- James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, page 437.
Too bad nobody actually got that far until 2009.
>And so, gift card in hand, the man set out to put his tatterdemalion existence behind him, one sweatshirt at a time. And that's when he walked up to the sweatshirt department and picked out the sweatshirts in which he would show a new face to the world: The Red and the Black.
Oh Stendahl, how could you...
>"The whale sunk our ship; what a prick."
>And that was the last they saw of...
>As they crashed into the ocean floor, they finally realized that after all no you really can't -- at least not vertically, in a matter perpendicular to the water's surface, on a trajectory congurent with a ray emanating from the earth's core -- go Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea
that truly is rock bottom, Verne
> all in all, you're just another….
The Great Gatsby
what's moby's favourite book?
>For a while he would not have it; but I reasoned, reminding him of his year-old promise, and pointing out how much easier the New Law would be if my spur were absent from the people. In the end he agreed; and then at once I knew how much I was sorry for ignoring those seven pillars of wisdom.
>The book ends here cuz it's finished
>Write what I want I'll always get published
>You know that nigga Kubrick made a movie
>Better than the book yes it's that groovy
>You just suffered through the Shining
>So laterz man and thanks for reading
It's past time King was put to rest.
>"'An Solo, yer a dead mon."
>"Oh yeah? Well, you're naked."
>"Really? Oh, I hadn't noticed. Thanks."
>And that's how they came to be The Naked and the Dead.
Seriously, author of The Naked and the Dead? I mean sure it's a cool title and all, but it seems a little shoehorned in at the end
>mfw that is actually transcribed word for word from the text
i always knew King was a hack but holy shit
Gus: Did I order this?
Ben sits on the Bed and puts his head in his hands.
Gus: Did I?
Ben unties his shoe, shakes it and picks up the notebook which fell on the floor and flips through seven pages. He puts it back in his shoe, puts it back on and ties his shoelace. He then unties his other shoe, shakes it and picks up a different notebook. He reads it, flipping seven pages.
Gus: You really are a dumb waiter
JESUS CHRIST PINTER
Nabokov only wanted to show that HH was obsessed with literally everything about her, right of the bat. Also, that he is writing in a state of madness.
>A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things: Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
I thought you said this guy was good.
There was a novel by my mother's bedside with a curious binding. Curious, I picked it up:
"No, child, that's not for you." She chided, "it's for your brother, a first birthday present from Auntie Jean."
The infant in her arms began to wail. Hastily I replaced the book of the new son.
There's a video game that does, I think The Last of Us, where the last line is "We truly are the last of us." Even /v/tards make fun of it, it's surprising a classic book did it, too.
Oh wow, I remember him "tracing the sign of the dollar" but I forgot it was the last line. So corny, just imagine him standing there making symbols in the air. Fucking Rand.
>"I have done the Crime and Punishment awaits me" said Raskolnikov
>and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me what I yes to say yes my Mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad like a bit like that fellow Ulysses.
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.