ITT: Comfy books
portrait of the artist as a young man is the penultimate next to the hobbit desu senpai
[L]ulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it. In this enchanted mood, thy spirit ebbs away to whence it came; becomes diffused through time and space; like Wickliff's sprinkled Pantheistic ashes, forming at last a part of every shore the round globe over.
guys it's a post-apocalyptic scenario about pacifist dogs telling stories of how humanity slowly dissipated over thousands of years and living in a country manor with your robot butler and talking dogs taking care of you
There's basically no subtext or onus on the reader to infer due to how maximally descriptive he is when making a point or explaining some aspect of the world.
Though it isn't always comfy, when it is it's one of the comfiest books you'll ever read.
>Stepan "The Steve" Oblonsky, the comfiest character in all of western literature
>the greatest dog perspective in all of western literature
>those chapters where Levin goes to the club and everything is comfy and socially pleasant
Tolstoy knew comfy like he knew agriculture
I've been putting myself to sleep with this the past few nights. I don't want it to end.
The Cannery Row Trilogy: