We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness

>We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness.
Fucking really?

>that's some catch, that Catch-22
HOW WAS THIS PUBLISHED

>and at that moment, he was, the lord of the flies

wow...

>The the legends are true, you really are the savage detectives
For fucks sake

>considered the greatest novel ever written
>the main character is literally named after the title of the book.

>Hal, the realest nigga from Fine Bitch's Caul (O-ring got dat pussy, though, son), struts his stuff with Mikey P, jiving and diving down Main, out on a quest to find his own Infinte Jest.

>Wow Virgil, what an adventure! It was almost like some sort of Divine Comedy!
DANTE YOU HACK

>Crash went the cars

...

>why don't you rest for a minute, dear?
>not possible, can't never stop my In Search of Lost Time

>Oh shit! I'm a bug now, whaddup.

>Creeping, back-and-forth, herewegoagain, bodies and their maps cling to new fortifications within their souls, searching, perching, commonplace analogies to soothe minds, rinds of their husks bent over, misshapen, irked forward by everyday ritual; who's this, now? what spark from her sweet enema essence that would jeer at this stern cock to tantalize her Bootylicious: it me, dat nigga Ulysses.

I'm not sure I'm getting this book so far.

Very good thread

>Moments pass . . . There we come back again to its most salient passage, dwindles in the light, abates the prestige of Peace, run, running for miles to flee the Zero, The Cave, Ovens galore, scant in their seductiveness, but immense in their inevitability . . . He's back now, formulating on the knees, mouth agape, ready for distillation, Sir, in the backdrop gulls and ravens in their incessant cataclysm, forever overhead, out-of-reach, and, you, peering at the future inpudent blow from the dick, the one he calls Gravity's Rainbow.

Ok, now I'm really lost on this book.
Why do I read more than three at once? I thought this "Meme Trilogy" was good?

>Call me Moby-Dick.

>MRS. ALVING. Ghosts! When I heard Regina and Oswald in there, it was as though Ghosts rose up before me. But I almost think, truly, that we are all of us Ghosts, Pastor Manders.

— Ghosts

>SOLNESS. [Laughs.] No, no—of course not! Heaven forbid! Only think—to be Solness, The Master Builder!

-- The Master Builder

>DR. STOCKMAN. ...Let the whole country perish, let all these people be exterminated!
>VOICES FROM THE CROWD. That is talking like An Enemy of the People!

— An Enemy of the People

>NORA. And you’ve always been so kind to me. But our house has never been anything but a play-room. I have been your doll wife, just as at home I was Daddy’s doll child. And the children in turn have been my dolls, in A Doll's House.

— A Doll’s House

>GREGERS. Isn’t it a duck ?
>EKDAL.[Hurt.] Why, of coarse it's a duck.
>HlALMAR. But what kind of duck, do you think ?
>HEDVIG. It's not just a common duck
>EKDAL. Sh!
>GREGERS. And it's not a Muscovy duck either.
>EKDAL. No, Mr. — Werle ; ifs not a Muscovy duck; for it's The Wild Duck !

--The Wild Duck

>PROFESSOR RUBEK. Oh, Irene--that might have been our life.--And that we have forfeited--we two.
>IRENE. We see the irretrievable only when--[Breaks off.]
>PROFESSOR RUBEK.[Looks inquiringly at her.] When---?
>IRENE. When We Dead Awaken.

—When We Dead Awaken

>Bernick: And we--we have a long earnest day of work ahead of us; I most of all. But let it come; only keep close round me you true, loyal women. I have learned this too, in these last few days; it is you women that are The Pillars of Society.

— The Pillars of Society

>It is a hot summer’s day. PEER GYNT, a sturdy youth of twenty, comes down the path…

--Peer Gynt

>LOVBORG. [Repeats softly.] Hedda Gabler!

--Hedda Gabler

How the fuck does he keep getting away with it?

>peering at the dick's future impudent blow, the one he calls Gravity's Rainbow.

just a quick lil edit since it makes it better.

I'm really drunk on wine.

>Very good thread
Fucking really? Dropped it instantly when I read that, l i t e r a l l y right on the flow

giggled

What do you mean by on the flow?

ahaha do u have a period or something HOLY FACK LOL

>and in that moment we were truly the collected stories by Anton Chekhov
I thought Russians were supposed to be subtle you fucking hack

>Rodion ebbs into the square, broken and bereft, lurking through faces innumerable in their patient famine, "Oh, if I could only find a reliable merchant of wares -- confound it!" he thought as lucid visitations entered his mind of elegant garret renovations, but all he needs is more time, Time and Furnishment.

Wasn't expecting this of Fyodor.

"Ugh, I feel like we're the only ones who get up this early."
"No, my boy, for the Sun Also Rises."
Was he being ironic?

>Hey Howard! Look at what I can do!
>Why do you have a sink on your head, Peter?
>It's not a sink. It's a fountain!
>I guess I'll have to call you The Fountainhead™ from now on

>"Its truly beautiful isnt it? Theres nothing quite like.... gravitys rainbow."

>And then he had truly felt, crime and punishment

>"We are truly stuck in this blood meridian now"

>"the overcoat"
>It is literally about an overcoat

TOP FUCKING KEK

>I asked my husband if he wanted to watch me with another man, Atlas shrugged

really

>"It was good gatsby, nay, a great gatsby."

>be careful when playing the Game of thrones

.....

"I am the Half Blood Prince"

What did she mean by this??

>They measure Yozo. 2.5m tall
>'Truly there is no longer human' said Horiki
Dazai you hack

>As lady Ashley looked out, hand on his crotch, she remarked: "look darling; the sun also rises"

HEEMMMMMINGWWAAAAAYYYYYYY!

hehehe there was no point to this book, it was just an Infinite Jest(tm)(r)

Christ, I wish wallace was still alive so i could hang him myself/

CRASH! Vaughan bought LSD!

>After all this time, my Lord, you have finally written down everything in your The 1611 King James Bible® (Annotated Addition)™
Really, Jesus Christ?

finally, finnegan is #woke

Christ Joyce, how emberassing

>We can't find a motive, for all we know, the Clutters were killed In Cold Blood.

>"Here Mickey, hit this shit."
>"What is this Doc? Is it habit-forming?"
>"No, you'll be fine."
>"Will I acquire some kind of vice?"
>"No man. All vice is inherent. It's inherent vice."
Fucking Pynchon.

Fucking, really.

jesus christ has Veeky Forums turned to tumblr

I'm pretty sure Humbert is the main character user.

hey sophie I'm ur dumb mom but ur really smart. I don't understand your world, Sophies world.

>and I can think to myself that seiobo was there below

I literally stopped reading after that chapter

Why do I laugh at this retarded shit

lmao

>He finally turned the page of the book. The book that was my diary, desu

>who are you? where are we?
>I'm the old man and the sea is just behind us
Hemingway? More like Hackingway.

>and just like a child learns the ABC
>of reading better you'll learn from me
Wow, Pound's autism is killing me.

>"Truly they were, The Brothers Karamazov"

havent laughed at one of these in a while

but yours did it for me user

god bless

>'He who.has never sinned throw the first stone'
>Hearing this, William threw it and became the Stoner'.
WILLIAMS REEEEE

wehavethisthreadeveryday.ogg

>and then he started playing wehavethisthreadeveryday.ogg
really????

>Frodo put on the ring. "I won't succumb to the temptation, Sam. I am the Lord of the Rings"

wow really didnt see that coming jrrt

> "My Friend.--Welcome to the Carpathians. I am anxiously expecting you. Sleep well to-night. At three to-morrow the diligence will start for Bukovina; a place on it is kept for you. At the Borgo Pass my carriage will await you and will bring you to me. I trust that your journey from London has been a happy one, and that you will enjoy your stay in my beautiful land.
>"Your friend,
>"DRACULA."

for fucks sake, Bram

>Rhymes so smooth/They're really great/The collected poems/of W.B. Yeats
Overrated trash

>call me moby dick
dropped

Is that pic real?

He has a HUGE fucking head and face. Wtf.

>Danny why did you bring me here?
>ehheheh bitch this is the Atrocity Exhibition

>You there! Hey! Lissies! I said, you, Lissies!

>That shit be flying in a curve like the curves of a ho / Call that muthafukin shit gravity's rainbow

>Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times

>---Hey, you there, let me ask you something!
>Dark eyes pierced into his own light ones, the dark eyes of a seeming lunatic, a shabbily dressed man whom he had never seen in his life.
>---Yes?
>---I recognize you from somewhere, I know you, my son...
>---I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever seen you in my li-
>---No, listen. If only you recognized me too, you see?
>---I'm sorry, I-
>---Because then we'd have two recognitions, you see? Do you understand me?

>Have sex with my fat wife. Stick my small penis into her. Her gaping and piliferous cunt. Do my income tax. Call Grandma. And who knows if my dick will ever get out of the tunnel of my wife's cunt.

>Around which the loud echo now must come sending incorrect speeds. But were they incorrect? And Johnny did not know if has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like? Women and men, he said. Women and men.

They're talking about Ulysses dingus

>The lack of closure conveys a chilling end of the story of me, Anne Fran-

Jews!

I fucking hate /tv/