"That's some catch, that Catch-22"

>he was thinking about the trial

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT KAFKA

>I hope you enjoyed reading, my notes from underground.

>The fish was beautiful. It swam around the Old Man. And The Sea rushed around him too, but in a different sort of way.

I almost didn't catch it

>Paul stood atop a Dune.
Fucking really, Herbert?

It was then that he knew it was... Finnegans Wake.

wtf, I hate Catch 22 now

>hasn't read it
I would just leave after hearing that, tbqh

>and then Something Happened

show some god damn creativity in your sequels, would you

Nice thread, guys :)
How to upvote??

> shylock, though be a jew!

> Oy, yes, but at least I am not a The Merchant of Venice

>and only then did he realize that all this time he had been playing a game... The Glass Bead Game

Hesse you shitter

>And then he had truly become the catcher in the rye.

And then Adam knew, Paradise was truly Lost.

>and there really was nothing left
>but memories recorded in my diary desu

>My mind and my body were tempered like Sun and Steel respectively.

Wtf Mishima.

> Hello sir, we are the brothers Karamazov

Is Dostoyevsky the only one able to pull this off?

>ctrl+f "and then"
>25 results
kys fags

>He coughed into his gloved fist and aligned his chakras, transmuting his Kundalini into a 7th circuit Augoeides which traveled up his spine like some kind of Promtheus, Rising.
hey now

>And in the end, you only have to know how to practice what you peach.

Oh come on.

>Le prologue - Violà. Ces personnages vont vous jouer l'histoire d'Antigone.
Anouilh you fucking hack

>Ja päivä saapui kohti loppuaan, päivä, jonka hän oli tullut viettäneeksi Alastalon Salissa

Kilpi you fucker I didn't read the 1000 pages for this shit

That Moby's a fucking dick, dude!

>And then he went forth and raised the searchbar, and typed the fateful words; but alas, he didn't get 25 results, he found only 6 highlights after this post, for he had been tricked in to doing so by the Hacker Known As Fourchan

user you hacker

>When shitposting goes right

>that's a real quote
Hahahahahahaha

>alas! These are my notes from underground!

I can't even decide if this is good or bad

>Maria, pass me my Notes!
>From the Dead House?
>But which else?

>And then they realized they were no longer among the living, but were Dead Souls.

Go kill yourself, Gogol.

>They crossed the line of the meridian they saw that is was painted in blood red...a sort of Blood Meridian, if you will.

Last fucking straw McHacky

>"At least we now know For Whom the Bell Tolls."

YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS PAPA HEMMMMMMMMINGWAY

>...and then he realized that the beans had given him gas - oh the sound and the fury!
come off it m8

>When he woke up he realized it had all been a Midsummer Night's Dream.

>I'm certainly not going to do it
>But maybe the Norwegian would

Sneaky bastard

and then the trench mortars hit us there where we lay in the cold mud, one to my left and one to my right, and bitterly, I said A Farewell to Arms

>"'Dude weed lmao', the elderly scholar said in monotone while passing the joint. It was at this moment that he had truly become a Stoner."

Williams you hippie

>"Realest nigga on the cut, Hal struts his stuff, jiving and diving down Main, out on a quest, trying to find his own Infinite Jest."

Jesus, David.

>As the moon crept above the horizon, I almost forgot that the sun also rises

Jesus christ someone take that nobel prize back

>"I never thought I would fall in love in the time of cholera!"

Remind me again why people like rate Marquez as a writer?

>All because of pride, pride and prejudice

I loved you Jane, I did.

>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

Fucking hell Joyce you're better than this

>John Galt shrugged

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!!!!!!!

> Truly, Slothrop realized, this was Gravity's Rainbow

Fucking Pynchon

kek

"Yes my lord". Of the rings he had this to say...

>Myshkin you truly are The Idiot!
>even after all those years of helping Poor Folk?
>Yes! They have far too many Demons or The Possessed

>Raskolnokov, you did the crime. And Punishment is your reward.
Subtle Dostoyevsky

>You is to really try it Don. Quixote is a maccarroni book

Cervantes could never forget his military service on Sicily.

k-k-k-kekaroni

>and it was then that they were murdered In Cold Blood

Capote you fucking hack.

Catch-22 is overrated pseud shit

>Yes, "i" and "s" are the Last Letters of Jacopo Ortis

You should just have ended it Foscolo

>Watanabe! Your penis, it's so small
>Ah, Naoko, it just is cold in this room. At dawn, I'll have morning wood, we can try then.
>But what if it still is cold, at dawn, oh what if, Watanabe?
>Well, then I truly would have a cold, hard penis.
>Like a cold piece of wood?
>Yes. Like Norwegian Wood.

wtf

Is this dialog from Love and Death?

golden post

"And that's how Seymour raised high the roof beams, carpenters."
Really Salinger?

>gather 'round kids let me tell you a great story called The Death of Ivan Ilyich

Not in verse 1/10

Shit I'd read it. IJ Roxbury edition

>"I didn't know you painted Stephen, what is the picture called?"

>It was then, that Pierre had truly experienced War and Peace

Fuck off, Tolstoy

>the cameraman stopped to take The Picture of Dorian Grey.
Fuck you Wilde.

>How now indeed ere royalty is seen / Perhaps it comes to be some sort of faerie queene

>"Are all the sandwiches here, then?"
>"Yes, 15; that is the count of monte cristo."

YOU CAN'T
HOW IS THIS ALLOWED
YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS
DUM
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>Haha I have at last become Frankenstein; or a modern Prometheus

Hearty KEK

Top fucking kek

"my arm felt tingly, i must have slept on it during the bus ride, i decided to give myself the stranger"

what did he mean by this?

kkek

>It sounds like quite The Odyssey™ you've been on, Odysseus

that hack deserved to go blind

the exact same joke (on the image) was done. vine normies make me reeeee

>be wary young knave, she's after your porksword
>nay my dear sir, I wouldnt dare gift her my word!
>pray say why, and be frank, speak without regret
>simply, tastes my lord, my passion lies in light daintly girls while she is a portly Hamlet.

more like Hackspeare

>"I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."

Seriously, Salinger?

> And then Pip realized his Great Expectations

Get out of here Dicken's!

>Christ, it's hot out there. I'd say it was about Fahrenheit 541.

more like REEEEEEE Bradbury amirite

>Oedipa began sobbing at the auction. She had truly become the crying of lot 49
Why does this board worship this hack?

>Ah here I'm going
>You can't go
>Why not?
>We're Waiting For Godot™

Fucking hell Beckett

>At last I see, Mr Kurtz, that you have truly ventured into the Heart of Darkness

I'm so glad they didn't try and adapt that abortion of an ending into Apocalypse Now's screenplay

>That's it, Eve. We're finished. Our Paradise, lost.

How can we ever forgive Milton?

kek

>Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins
Nabocuck you fucking hack

>What are your initials?
>V.

god fucking dammit pinecone

>You must love him Noburu! For he is The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With the Sea
>shut up mom hes not my real dad and you're a whore!

Mishima should've killed himself earlier.