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Is this decent?

A book club that I might join is considering it. Does that mean it's a shitty book club?

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>literally /r9k/, the writer

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This being's story is hard to understand, however, once you get past the elongated descriptions it is very rewarding!!

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Hey /lit/, /fit/ crossposter here

I fucked my shoulder and basically banned myself from lifting and running for a while. What are some audiobooks that are worth listening to?

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Well /lit/? did you read it just to brag about?

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In RPG tradition - suppose you've just pressed e(x)amine on it.

A ball pen lies on the green striped table cloth, not quite aligned with the direction of its pattern. The pen is part plastic, part glass - dark blue and transparent, respectively. A faint metal glint comes from within, where the light of the lamp reflects off the spring. The ink cartridge appears to be full.

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Can somebody redpill me on kindles?

I recently got into reading again and am burning through books at a weird rate.

I fancy downloading some free books to a kindle (totally legally) and having the convenience of just carrying it around, but at the same time I can't imagine not having the physical book and pages to turn. I can't stand reading off a phone either.

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What are some good works on accelerationism?

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would you guys read my book based solely on the cover

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Hey fellas,
A friend of mine is going to publish his first book, yet the cover he was given by the publisher is poor. He intends to have something simple, mainly in black and white. Could you help me by sending some graphics or ideas?

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I have to read two books in german class a drama and a novel, they have to be from different centuries and about similar subjects or motives.
So could you help a /lit/ pleb

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I feel such like a useless pathetic loser when reading or watching a movie. I'm consuming and not producing. All the good looking Instagram people and famous people on twitter and rich people and people are living the life yet I do nothing all day.

I hate being told that I have to read 9001 books or else I'm dumb.

My existential crisis is powerful. Almost all jobs are meaningless, even the rich or sought after ones. The only people I respect are STEM researchers but I did a shitty engineering degree and can't bear not being rich so I can't be a physicist or mathematician. Almost all jobs are worthless intellectually. Being a doctor gives only social capital, it is an unintellectual job. Even actors are big faggoty pretenders.

The reason women never have existential crises is because to them attention is like sex for men, so they are constantly orgasming everywhere they go.

Being unattractive makes my life harder than yours. I don't have the motivation to eat healthily at all. The only reason I'm not morbidly obese is because I go to the gym a lot and lift lots of weights but I only do it out of habit. I don't want to acknowledge habits or follow schedules or have long term goals because they take away my feeling of having free will.

I haven't read anything insightful or mind opening for a long time and have realised that philisophy consists of just flailing about in the space of unfalsifiable thoughts.

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>"At first sight, Nazi totalitarianism may seem the opposite of Stirner's radical individualism. But fascism was above all an attempt to dissolve the social ties created by history and replace them by artificial bonds among individuals who were expected to render explicit obedience to the state on grounds of absolute egoism. Fascist education combined the tenets of asocial egoism and unquestioning conformism, the latter being the means by which the individual secured his own niche in the system. Stirner's philosophy has nothing to say against conformism, it only objects to the Ego being subordinated to any higher principle: the egoist is free to adjust to the world if it is clear he will better himself by doing so. His 'rebellion' may take the form of utter servility if it will further his interest; what he must not do is to be bound by 'general' values or myths of humanity. The totalitarian ideal of a barrack-like society from which all real, historical ties have been eliminated is perfectly consistent with Stirner's principles: the egoist, by his very nature, must be prepared to fight under any flag that suits his convenience."

Is he right, lads?

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>The Aleph's diameter was probably little more than an inch, but all space was there, actual and undiminished. Each thing (a mirror's face, let us say) was infinite things, since I distinctly saw it from every angle of the universe. I saw the teeming sea; I saw daybreak and nightfall; I saw the multitudes of America; I saw a silvery cobweb in the center of a black pyramid; I saw a splintered labyrinth (it was London); I saw, close up, unending eyes watching themselves in me as in a mirror; I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me; I saw in a backyard of Soler Street the same tiles that thirty years before I'd seen in the entrance of a house in Fray Bentos; I saw bunches of grapes, snow, tobacco, lodes of metal, steam; I saw convex equatorial deserts and each one of their grains of sand; I saw a woman in Inverness whom I shall never forget; I saw her tangled hair, her tall figure, I saw the cancer in her breast; I saw a ring of baked mud in a sidewalk, where before there had been a tree; I saw a summer house in Adrogué and a copy of the first English translation of Pliny -- Philemon Holland's -- and all at the same time saw each letter on each page (as a boy, I used to marvel that the letters in a closed book did not get scrambled and lost overnight); I saw a sunset in Querétaro that seemed to reflect the colour of a rose in Bengal; I saw my empty bedroom; I saw in a closet in Alkmaar a terrestrial globe between two mirrors that multiplied it endlessly; I saw horses with flowing manes on a shore of the Caspian Sea at dawn; I saw the delicate bone structure of a hand; I saw the survivors of a battle sending out picture postcards; I saw in a showcase in Mirzapur a pack of Spanish playing cards; I saw the slanting shadows of ferns on a greenhouse floor; I saw tigers, pistons, bison, tides, and armies; I saw all the ants on the planet; I saw a Persian astrolabe; I saw in the drawer of a writing table (and the handwriting made me tremble) unbelievable, obscene, detailed letters, which Beatriz had written to Carlos Argentino; I saw a monument I worshipped in the Chacarita cemetery; I saw the rotted dust and bones that had once deliciously been Beatriz Viterbo; I saw the circulation of my own dark blood; I saw the coupling of love and the modification of death; I saw the Aleph from every point and angle, and in the Aleph I saw the earth and in the earth the Aleph and in the Aleph the earth; I saw my own face and my own bowels; I saw your face; and I felt dizzy and wept, for my eyes had seen that secret and conjectured object whose name is common to all men but which no man has looked upon -- the unimaginable universe.
I felt infinite wonder, infinite pity.

I dare /lit/ to find a finer piece of literature

>inb4 muh translation

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Why did he use so many semicolons? Or is this a normal German literary style?

>In den Zeiten des häuslichen Lebens weiche ich ihm aus, vermeide sogar den Gang, der zu ihm führt, in seinen letzten Ausläufern zu begehen; es ist auch gar nicht leicht, dort herumzuwandern, denn ich habe dort ein volles kleines Zickzackwerk von Gängen angelegt; dort fing mein Bau an, ich durfte damals noch nicht hoffen, ihn je so beenden zu können wie er in meinem Plane dastand, ich begann halb spielerisch an diesem Eckchen und so tobte sich dort die erste Arbeitsfreude in einem Labyrinthbau aus, der mir damals die Krone aller Bauten schien, den ich aber heute wahrscheinlich richtiger als allzu kleinliche, des Gesamtbaues nicht recht würdige Bastelei beurteile, die zwar theoretisch vielleicht köstlich ist – hier ist der Eingang zu meinem Haus, sagte ich damals ironisch zu den unsichtbaren Feinden und sah sie schon sämtlich in dem Eingangslabyrinth ersticken – in Wirklichkeit aber eine viel zu dünnwandige Spielerei darstellt, die einem ernsten Angriff oder einem verzweifelt um sein Leben kämpfenden Feind [88] kaum widerstehen wird.