Is Schopenhauer the only true robot philosopher?
>robot
>>>/r9k/
Why can't you shitheads stay within the reservation
>>9129331
What is wrong with a diversity in /lit/? Some robots, some normies, some Chad's. It makes it all the more entertaining and interesting. Me being a robot doesn't mean that /r9k/ is the only board I browse.
>this guy walks up to you in a bar and shoots your gf
What do?
What are some novels about evil people? I want to read a story from the perspective of someone who legitimately enjoys hurting people and causing others misery, without going through existential russian crisis afterwards
inb4 no I'm not edgy, just curious for something different
The Marquis de Sade inspired the term sadism, try 120 Days of Sodom.
For something along those lines but a little more nuanced, Native Son is about a black kid who accidentally murders a white woman and in the ensuing chaos decides to own the murder, and later does even more terrible shit.
T H E B I B L E
not exactly novels but check out Peter Sotos.
Marquis de Sade is also a good rec.
Why do you say this? What have you read of contemporary literature that makes you think this? When do you think it died?
>>9129268
Irony is dead
>>9129276
epic!
Since the inception of America, American literature has far surpassed English literature in almost every regard.
Wew, what an interesting statement.
>>9129205
It didn't become better than English literature until the end of WWII 2bh
I don't get that pic.
After reading Carnosaur I've become enamored with dinosaur books again after reading Lost World and Jurassic Park. But it's also given me a craving for slightly-absurd town-gets-terrorised-by-x stories, which made me pick up a bunch of small novels by Guy N. Smith.
Are there any other good dinosaur-related books that aren't children's stories?
Check out Raptor Red by Robert T. Bakker and The Flock by James Robert Smith.
>>9129326
I think I've read Raptor Red when I was younger.
The Flock does sound like just what I'm after though. Thanks!
>>9129077
The Lost World (by Doyle, not Crichton) is the king of dinosaur books desu
...but why can't you derive an ought from an is?
because you ought to shut the fuck up faggot
>>9129026
Take e.g. "If I'm thirsty, I ought to drink." Surely, I mean "I want to drink," because I could contrive any number of circumstances where the seemingly "logical" former phrase becomes the opposite of what I want to do. For instance, dysentery.
Or you could just, you know, actually read Hume
>>9129031
Um, rude?
>AND thus hit passed on frome Candylmas untyll [after] Ester, that the moneth of May ws com, whan every lusty harte begynnyth to blossom and to burgyne. For, lyke as trees and erbys burgenyth and florysshyth in May, lyke wyse ever lusty harte that ys ony maner of lover spryngth, burgenyth, buddyth, and florysshyth in lusty dedis.
What the fuck am I reading?
>>9128806
Early modern english, not hard stuff at all either.
>>9128806
Beautiful prose. Why, was it unclear? Just read it aloud if the spelling throws you. I could use some lusty May burgeoning myself about now.
he was an illiterate cattle rustler
his jailer actually did most of the writing
So what's the alternative to Land's eschatological vision for mankind? His thought is fascinating but incredibly spooky. Sometimes I'm willing to embrace it but sometimes it keeps me up at night. Is there any credible alternative? Zizek? Christianity? Left accelerationism? Where do we go from here /lit/?
>>9128805
Take the redpill instead, dumb retard
>>9128805
Nikolai Fyodorov and Russian Cosmic thought.
FIRE YOUR WEAPON BLYTHE
POUR IT AT EM BLYTHE
Why is this guy never discussed?
A great novelist who wrote massive books you can't put down.
Probably the comfiest novelist of all time.
>>9128801
>forgiving women
No thanks, I don't read liberal trash
>Can you forgive her?
Only thing I can assume this is about is getting cucked, so no.
>>9128831
This. And it was probably with a big, strong black man whose thick, veiny, hard and long cock fucked her in a way that he never could.
Women are disgusting
He closed the door softly with a single smooth movement and set off down the road at a brisk but consistently steady pace. It was a mild night and wisps of grey cloud began to perturb the face of the moon, dulling the sparkles of it's light that were reflected on the wet cobblestones below. Muffled music could be heard emanating from the open door of a crowded pub alive with voices, the light from within exposing a pool of vomit quickly accumulating under a girl leaning against the wall outside, while the shopkeeper across the road looked on with narrowed eyes. The young man with a red beard who, as we have said, was walking at a brisk but consistent pace, neither seen nor heard any of this. He was in fact preoccupied with thoughts he deemed to be of a lofty nature, rendering him insensible to his external surroundings. He marched stoically on, compulsively rotating a pen between his fingers in his coat pocket, uninterested in the street and its denizens. As he turned a corner his train of thought was briefly interrupted by a clear and cheerful voice singing in fluent French. He responded to this burst of song with a shadow of a frown before promptly submerging himself again in his machinations, which must have been very important indeed. It seemed no length of time at all before he was blinking uncomfortably in the fluorescent light over the shop counter where the attendant was, for the second time, telling him the price of the chicken fillet roll he held - a student delicacy par excellance that provided energy enough to fuel hours of industrious procrastination - all for a meagre three euros, which he clumsily counted out and handed to the attendant.
>>9128704
welp
looks like i'm buying an iconograph
goddammit.
>>9128704
Nice
>>9128704
Having left the shop and resumed his musing, the young man unconsciously retraced his steps through the noisy streets. Upon reaching the corner where, as the reader knows (though he himself knew not), he had heard snatches of a French song, he was confronted by the sounds of a guitar, a drum, an accordion and a tin whistle. Reluctantly tearing himself from his thoughts, whose purpose and subject he could no longer remember, he focused his vision on the corner before him where a group of young men were playing music. As he passed he caught the eye of what appeared to be the youngest among them, who was sitting on the ground strumming a guitar. Framed by red hair which reached to the ears was a small, pale, well-proportioned face whose eyes shone with enjoyment and whose charming mouth was curled into a cheeky and endearing smile. He found himself smiling almost imperceptibly in return as he continued passed, hardly capable of preventing himself from trembling. It was as if he had been drenched in cold water; the surrounding street was brought sharply into focus as he became conscious of his breathing, which had increased in rate. Though he was at once tempted to turn around and strike up a conversation, he continued walking on. He began to reproach himself, firstly for his strange and inexplicable attraction to the musician, and secondly for refusing the opportunity to speak to him. Perhaps he would discover why those eyes and that smile held such a terrible fascination for him. Perhaps he would come to understand how they had made his heart, long accustomed to indifference, suddenly beat a little faster. He had only to say hello, or offer him a cigarette. But to do this would risk destroying the transient image that had so captivated him. The eyes would become dull, the mouth capricious, and the music unbearable.
He carelessly swung open the door and banged it behind him, thinking now only of what he would write.
End.
can anyone recommend some poetry or literature to help deal with crushing loss
Ulysses by Tennyson always reminds me to keep going, keep moving, that life is a process and a journey, not just a stable state containing good things that you can then lose. Good things are things you meet along the way, but they aren't things you can hoard forever. You're all moving in the same direction, and you'll meet again in the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FhWgG42NhLU
I don't know what you've lost, anon. But don't let it press you down into yourself and your grief until you can't get back out. Keep exposing yourself to the variety of life, to friends, to conversations with storekeepers, even, to sunny days and new sights and experiences.
I know it only makes it worse right now, because it seems like I'm not doing justice to your loss, but time heals all wounds. You need to grieve, but you also need to let the unconscious process of overcoming your depression run in the background, because the latter will give you strength in the day-to-day, so that you can deal with the real grief in a spiritual and meaningful way.
>>9128687
just play Katawa Shoujo
How does /lit/ feel about John Fowles?
>>9128667
More like John Fowl! HA!
Dirty old man.
I've read The Magus and The Collector.
I read both very quickly and they both seemed really fun at first, but it becomes evident quickly that he's relying mostly on cheap tricks and plot twists to keep you interested. I got to the end of each and felt a real emptiness. He desperately wants to be seen as literary (see e.g. his repeated forcing of the most obvious references to Dickens and others) but really can't be as long as his writing is so reliant on genre-style tricks.
Why did Charles love her so much even though she never really showed much affection, and his love didn't falter even when he found out she had two longstanding affairs?
>>9128610
The answer to your question is within the book, if you really want to know, read it again.
>>9128610
because he was the greatest cuck and the most mediocre protagonist of all literature.
he wasn't even a doctor, his life was failed. so such cyka blat like emma could have her nerves and could do anything. And he wouldn't even squeak. She was above, not his league.
Flaubert said "Madame Bovary - it's me" - at least she was not mediocre as Charles the cuck Boeuf-a-rit (cow laughed)
>>9129033
>i cant explain it
Which writer lived the most interesting life?
>>9128576
ok. ok. wow. just... ok. the fact that you had to even ask that and not know immediately who it is is a fucking travesty. i'll throw you a bone, it'sJames Joyce
Gary Paulson
>>9128576
Camus
Just finished this
Can't decide whether I greatly dislike it or just found it alright. I found the ending a bit disappointing I suppose.
For those who have read it, what were your thoughts?
>>9128431
Don't post womeyn shit here, cuck
Pick up Schopenhauer's 'On Women' if you don't know why
>>9128431
>staring straight stark s'at scrawling scribbles s'of s'a sullied sex
>>9128431
>posting an affirmative action writer