What exactly constitutes "good" writing? I don't

>Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mom made pancakes!” or “CRASH! We decided to adopt a Golden Retriever!”

>>10010904
This is an example of good writing.

I dined with Bugs on the terrace of his house, in the daylight. "There is a charming quality to being a maroon, is there not," he said to me, "in this forest; for holes are penetrated by hunters with speech impediments, a Fudd whom you will run from in time asserts that there is no peace in allowing rabbits to be happy and gay. And to this, Doc, there comes in all our lives a time when the weary eyes of prey can endure but one kind of light, the light inside the hole I can no longer fit into."

I listened to Bugs' words which always seemed to be so pleasing; but I was preoccupied with his girth. "Bugs," I stated, "perhaps you should rediscover the importance of fasting."

>>10010925
Did you actually copy and past your submission to the rewrite thread?
What a prick

>>10010904
>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 softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard 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.

>>10011450
cringe :)

>>10011450
Fuck, that's awful. I googled it and apparently Joyce wrote it so now I feel like a pleb, but it's just awful. Sometimes I wonder if you all pretend to like Joyce as some kind of joke.

>>10010904
1. Comprehensible sentences and paragraphs
2. Desire vs Conflict
3. Cool cover for my fellow coffee drinkers to see

>>10010904
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

>>10010904

Can translated works even be considered "good" writing? I mean they're usually so flat and toneless because the goal is to communicate clearly what it says. If it's not written in the original language it probably doesn't have very inspiring prose.