We are brothers....Karamazov!

>I hereby proclaim you King of the Gnats!
>No...I am Lord of the Flies

>The Pale King was in his heart all along
Kys David Foster Wallace

>isa. 9:6 For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called The Holy Bible (King James Version).

>For never was a tale of more woe
>Than this of Romeo and Juliet
Hackspeare more like

>My name is Ulrich, but they call me The man without qualities

You just couldn't help yourself, could you Musil?

>I was The Catcher in The Rye

>After all these years, I can finally end my journey in search of lost time

I guess it just doesn't translate well.

>"Crash" went the cars
How is this subversive just seems like cliché

I usually defend Salinger but this was definitely excessive

>It's time for my homoerotic lust to end. It's time for Death in Venice.
Wow, Mann, wow.

>They looked around and saw that they had all forgotten to wear clothes. They shared embarrassed laughter, and would recall with a wink that outing into their twilight years. Each of them remembered in their hearts, though they were seperated by many miles and their minds were fading in distant rest homes. They all remembered that lark of a day, that naked lunch

>And now, with all me knowledge, I was finally able to paint that portrait of the artist as a young man

Really Joyce?

In conclusion, perhaps we will always be a Culture of Critique.

as a manlet this offended me

Truely, they were an aqua teen hunger force!

I swear half the lines only make sense in the book version.

>Deeply, Govinda bowed; tears, he knew nothing of, ran down his old face;
like a fire burnt the feeling of the most intimate love, the humblest
veneration in his heart. Deeply, he bowed, touching the ground, before
him who was sitting motionlessly, whose smile reminded him of everything
he had ever loved in his life, what had ever been valuable and holy to
him in his life. Truly, Govinda saw the buddha, Siddharta

Really Hesse?

>it loomed above them, blotting out the moon with its heavy, lapping wings. Hungry slime webbed and sputtered out it's mouth tube. Its crystal dome eyes spun and reflected milky light across the abandoned huts and the burnt forest edge. The ruined bodies of the boys darkened and shone under its searchlight vision. Ralph could almost imagine they were dancing. The broken conch in his hand he stumbled forward, mumbling with wide rapturous eyes. He fell on his knees in a bone pile, gaining its attention. It watched impassively as he lifted the splintered conch to his heart. He breathed in short, scared, determined puffs. The dark being rubbed its hairy legs together and watched over the still burning embers of the western swamp. There was a short cry as he gave himself up to his new master: the lord of the flies

>...and that, people of Athens, is my Apology.
what an ending

While I do not know what the future holds for me I will never forget that night I spent with the Nasty Nympho Dykes on Bikes.

What did he mean by this?

>shadman

>The year was 1984
nice opening orwell

>As he flicked his lighter and lit his crudely rolled joint, he realized he was a stoner

>And now, with all me knowledge, I was finally able to paint that portrait of the artist as a young man

lel

>"God is dead", thus spoke Zarathustra.
Nietzsche is a HACK.

>It’s an unreliable narrator spirals into a nonsensical rant calling people scoundrels and brigands

t. Fyodor

>"Not just any comedy," he chuckled, "but a DIVINE comedy."
Come on, Dante.

>*collapses from brain fever*

>The youth at the border held a skateboard.
>Hey dude, he said. Come and, like, video games and listen to some sick beats.
>This is No Country for Old Men.

>Don't let the door hit you on the ass
>And thanks for reading Leaves of Grass
t. Shitman

>and so I sucked it, I sucked the proverbial Moby Dick
you guys are right, this is 10/10 prose

You could literally just use some actual sentences from the trial.
>so this is the power of a Karamazov... woah

kek

dropped

>Truly this murder must have been the work of an American Psycho
Seriously Ellis?

"So that's what happened?" Asked the officer.

"Yes sir" I responded," I guess you could say I was pounded in the butt by my own butt."

>Slothrop fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. It was gravity's rainbow.

Seriously, this and the fact the book ends with a chain to how it begins is probably the most annoying part about Gravity's Rainbow.

>doesn't understand what everyone is doing

That actually happened in Gravity's Rainbow you asshat.

>The world contains two things: War and Peace
I wish I read the first sentence before buying this shit

>Finally, I am become The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway: The Finca Vigia Edition (1987), by E. Hemingway

No wonder he took a mouthful of lead, the hack

>I'm so nervous, my mom went in my room and I think she read my Diary of a Wimpy Kid!
Really, Kinney?

>Zyzzogeton: a genus of large South American leafhoppers of the Merriam-Webster's Unabridged English Dictionary.
For fuck's sake Webster

>Under no circumstances are you to reveal this document to the goys. If they should discover you will make it appear as though it were inauthentic. No go forth and practice the Protocols of The Learned Elders of Zion!

Really Schlomo?

>Those were The Recognitions I had in my teen years...

>And it was then that he saw the Invisible Cities
For real?

>The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.
Bravo Jordan

>And you say, "Just a moment, I've almost finished If on a winter's night a traveler by Italo Calvino."

uh, not cool

"nine-hundred ninety-seven plateaus, nine-hundred ninety-eight plateaus, nine-hundred ninety-nine plateaus, a thousand plateaus!"
Damn Deleuze & Guattari...

haram as hell

>Wow, these seven killings really got away from me. I guess this wasn't such a brief history after all.

wait... is that actually the end of brothers karambwan?

and people think im weird for calling dosto the yevsky an overrated incel

No, it is not the actual ending.

>My name is Geoffrey Chaucer, and these... are the Canterbury Tales

Reads like it was written yesterday

>4000 pages later, I opened the door and there was my lost time
Proust is overrated

>And Tommy heard the words, "Never Let me Go"
seriously, Ishiguro?

>He hurried back under his bed, sure that the monster was coming for him. He heard the door slowly creak open, exoskeleton legs wobbling across his bedroom floor. Shaking, and trying to remain still, Greg suddenly sees the monster's face appear before him, ejaculating the words:
>"Die, Verwandlung!"
What a fucking hack

>Wel-a-come, wel-a-come... and enjoy-a the creeeepy crawlies, the heeeebie jeepers in-a this true house of horrors! And enjoy-a questo... Teatro Grottesco.

I know he's italian, but come on.

>No..no longer will it be sufficient for you to be known as The Normal Gatsby. Henceforth, you shall be known.. as The Great Gatsby.

>Molloy, the unnamable has happened. Malone is dead.
And they gave Beckett a Nobel

“The completely unreasonable” The astounded man intoned.
“Well” I replied, smirking ever so slightly. “The I think it’s about high time Pure Reason had a good Critique.”

Kant, you insufferable piece of shit.

>"And that, people, is how I brought those Flowers for Algernon"

>"B-But my lord"
>"ENOUGH!!!!!! We must destroy Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows"
rowling you hack