OK but seriously, what is the most well written sentence of the English language?

>& a dick joke (he's circumcised)
What the fuck

STATELY,

Ishmael was the first of the generation to be circumcised for the covenant with God
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishmael#Inheritance,_rights_and_the_first_circumcision

"I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire."

+compares time to a sepulchre that dashes away our aspirations
+laconic and brief, enduing it with a profound tone

Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.

>hyperalliteration is good English
slavs need to stick to slavshit

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I am not ready for repentance;
Nor to match regrets. For the moth
Bends no more than the still
Imploring flame. And tremorous
In the white falling flakes
Kisses are,
The only worth all granting.

"Hello there."

+ Spiritual significance in that it demonstrates Obi Wan's humanity.
+ Short, to the point.
+No adverbs or adjectives. All action.
+ Despite its short length it conjures up intense visual imagery.
+ Despite its short length it its very dense and can be debated over endlessly (why? why include that? etc.).

Oh I don't think so

+ encourages critical/skeptical thinking and debate
+ opens one's mind for other viewpoints
+ short and to the point
+ invokes strong feelings whenever you hear it
+ Conjures an intense visual imagery

"Jesus wept"

"For you."

+ Spiritual significance in that it demonstrates Bane's humanity.
+ Short, to the point.
+No adverbs or adjectives. All action.
+ Despite its short length it conjures up intense visual imagery.
+ Despite its short length it its very dense and can be debated over endlessly (why? why include that? etc.).

Bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk.

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That's not english user

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

For sale: baby, shoes never worn.

"How YOU doin'?"

+ Spiritual significance in that it demonstrates Joey's humanity
+ Short, to the point.
+No adverbs or adjectives. All action.
+ Despite its short length it conjures up intense visual imagery.
+ Despite its short length it its very dense and can be debated over endlessly (why? why ask that? etc.).

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+ Spiritual significance in that it demonstrates the shoes' humanity.
+ Short, to the point.
+No adverbs or adjectives. All action.
+ Despite its short length it conjures up intense visual imagery.
+ Despite its short length it its very dense and can be debated over endlessly (why? why include that? etc.).

Some of my own.

We slung him across the saddle and set off like an army in retreat, helping each other I suppose, to keep the corpse from falling, to keep the bicycle moving, to keep ourselves moving, through the jeering crowd.

Did not expect that.

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"send pic of bobs and vegana"

What do you do when you're pessimistic about the use of your own pessimism?

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gay and cringe as fuck, kill yourself

“I shall be dumped where the weed decays, and the rest is rust and stardust”

sorry, this is a drug free board, take your "weed" to /b/ faggot

that pic lol

Lolita is full of some spectacular sentences
>“And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.”

Ulysses lol.

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oh fuck im fucking cumming

You may my glories and my state depose, but not my griefs; still am I king of those.

She looks like TheReportOfTheWeek

Jesus wept.

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

not as good as:

O Thou steeled Cognizance whose leap commits
The agile precincts of the lark’s return;
Within whose lariat sweep encinctured sing
In single chrysalis the many twain,—
Of stars Thou art the stitch and stallion glow
And like an organ, Thou, with sound of doom—
Sight, sound and flesh Thou leadest from time’s realm
As love strikes clear direction for the helm.

though neither of these are sentences

not even the best Stevens

It Must Be Abstract

I

Begin, ephebe, by perceiving the idea
Of this invention, this invented world,
The inconceivable idea of the sun.

You must become an ignorant man again
And see the sun again with an ignorant eye
And see it clearly in the idea of it.

Never suppose an inventing mind as source
Of this idea nor for that mind compose
A voluminous master folded in his fire.

How clean the sun when seen in its idea,
Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven
That has expelled us and our images . . .

The death of one god is the death of all.
Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest,
Let Phoebus slumber and die in autumn umber,

Phoebus is dead, ephebe. But Phoebus was
A name for something that never could be named.
There was a project for the sun and is.

There is a project for the sun. The sun
Must bear no name, gold flourisher, but be
In the difficulty of what it is to be.

have another

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The true Best Stevens. But it's not a sentence:

Yellow Afternoon

It was in the earth only
That he was at the bottom of things
And of himself. There he could say
Of this I am, this is the patriarch,
This it is that answers when I ask,
This is the mute, the final sculpture
Around which silence lies on silence.
This reposes alike in springtime
And, arbored and bronzed, in autumn.

He said I had this that I could love,
As one loves visible and responsive peace,
As one loves one’s own being,
As one loves that which is the end
And must be loved, as one loves that
Of which one is a part as in a unity,
A unity that is the life one loves,
So that one lives all the lives that comprise it
As the life of the fatal unity of war.

Everything comes to him
From the middle of his field. The odor
Of earth penetrates more deeply than any word.
There he touches his being. There as he is
He is. The thought that he had found all this
Among men, in a woman—she caught his breath—
But he came back as one comes back from the sun
To lie on one’s bed in the dark, close to a face
Without eyes or mouth, that looks at one and speaks.

"I once was a whore, till my deluded narcissism eroded & became no more."

"Oi, see you yeah? I'll fucking turn you into pulp if you don't get to stepping you little chav cunt. Now fuck right off mate."

Some book I got from the local library.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe:all mimsy were the borogoves,and the mome raths outgrabe.

I understand why language is a thing
And how it is a thing.

Unironically this

Has Anyone Really Been Far Even as Decided to Use Even Go Want to do Look More Like?

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A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching the time of twilight, and the vast tract of unenclosed wild known as Egdon Heath embrowned itself moment by moment.

HAHAHSHAHAHAJAHAHA the absolute state of English literature. Post the bedwetting part now

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Call me Ishmael.

The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

"Me, myself and I"

I don't know

>All fucking niggers must fucking hang

Why does this autist always show up to make fun of this sentence whenever it's posted

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning

Based

+Despite its short length its meaning is big

"The angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue."

One of my personal favourites is:

“A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into Pennsylvania, and thence into the hills that shut in Altamont over the proud coral cry of the cock, and the soft stone smile of an angel, is touched by that dark miracle of chance which makes new magic in a dusty world."

"Where are you? And I'm so sorry"

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>now I am become death, destroyer of worlds
Or
>cellar door

no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping
us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know
poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his
shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and
standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher
or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his way to pass the
time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have
something better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so
plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for
men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them
always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on
you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard
those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy
because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its
only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put
the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a
married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind
Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear
once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it
instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what they did together well naturally and if he did
can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme
about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or
wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id
like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before
my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong
end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat
at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us

FUCK OFF FAGGOT

all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere
thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor
yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman
wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to
be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was
thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and
pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a
gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the
Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for
the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that
blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up
against the wall without a word or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen
in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he
gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he
gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see
there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife
after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big
carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he
may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the
cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too
in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the
kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did you
ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I
dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it
you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see
women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses
yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world
at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where
would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I

bugs...

suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home
on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like
that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together
when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that
disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I
knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st
death too it was we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about
that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he
brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets
his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely
hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they
can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife
in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches
I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept
in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20

of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its
like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father
Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas
and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first
river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and
Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a
harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I
get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent
forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing
pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in
it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish
and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor
fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in
bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going
her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he
might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all
right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to
introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were
in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord
the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why
not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his writing and
studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the
morning like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take
in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk
with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks
with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a
peachblossom dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 111 just give him
one more chance 111 get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go
over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of

splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out
looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her
massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing
way then 111 throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth
bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what 111 do 111 go about rather gay not too much
singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then 111 start dressing myself to go out presto non son
piu forte 111 put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his
micky stand for him 111 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s 1 o fucked yes and
damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of
his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont
believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a mind to tell him
every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own fault if I am an
adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this
vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a
woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men
then if he wants to kiss my bottom 111 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as
large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as

hes there my brown part then 111 tell him I
want LI or perhaps 30/ — 111 tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he
wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do I could often have written
out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to
lock it up besides he wont spend it 111 let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all
my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped 111 do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions 111 know by
the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him 111 tighten my
bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes
into my head then 111 suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming 111 be quite gay and
friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to
laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no 111 have to wear the old things so much the
better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you
any old thing at all then 111 wipe him off me just like a business his omission then 111 go out 111 have
him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter
after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their
pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil
their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout
clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those
they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me
was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get
up early 111 go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about

the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I
want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have
music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I
wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7
l/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 1 Id a couple of lbs of those
a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long
ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing
like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with
the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do
your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours
springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no
God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create
something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off
themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre
afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person
in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so
there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he
said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his
straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my
mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my
breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that
was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him
because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I
gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer
first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of
Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all
birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of
the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish

girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and
the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street
and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep
and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white
and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old
windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops
half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman
going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the
queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine
and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I
put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me
under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my
eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I
put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes
and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

I googled that and found it's from Middle C. Having read his short stories a while ago and being awestruck, I really need to get back on the Gass mainline. Which novel should I start with?

this

"Oo, ee, oo ah ah, Ting tang, Wala wala bing bang."

There was only one enemy remaining, two if you count God.

The sentence in Absalom, Absalom by Sutpen's one daughter, you know which one.

What is that gaijin bitch doing in Japan?

>Broadway
>7th Avenue
>Japan

GENERAL KENOBI

"Bugs...easy on the carrots"

+ Spiritual significance in that it demonstrates Bugs' humanity
+ Short, to the point.
+No adverbs or adjectives. All action.
+ Despite its short length it conjures up intense visual imagery.
+ Despite its short length it its very dense and can be debated over endlessly (why? why ask that? etc).

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>haha my peenis weenis!

PLUMP

Just read the Tunnel. After the first 100 pages or so it really stops being difficult. It's basically a diary, so it's a slow-burn. Read 15/20 pages a day for a month or so. It will really seep into you.

fucking potato niggerd

unironically this

Brilliant filemame
Gonna steal it and claim it was my original idea

Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage.

Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moondriven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will.

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"We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children."