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Dream of a ridiculous man by Dostoyevsky

>the list goes on...
>list actually ends

fuck you

the metamorphosis

Cant zone in on just one.

The Circular Ruins - Borges
The Third Resignation - Marquez
The Hunger Artist - Kafka

problem user?

'The Library of Babel' by Borges

Also great; his best

The love child of Borges, Dostoyevsky, and Gogol's 'The Nose' is 'The Runaway Fingers' by Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky

>15 posts
>not one person mentions The Dead
>No sign of Dubliners at all
>Not even my backup short story boy Sherwood Anderson mentioned
Jesus christ Veeky Forums

>the dead
>muh cucked from beyond the grave
piss off, Joyce sycophant.

to address OP's query, Gogol's The Portrait, and Waldo by heinlein.

>Misunderstanding The Dead this much
>Having no empathy for Gabriel, and Joyce by proxy
What the hell is wrong with you? You seem deeply wounded by life.

he was a cuck. he gotmcucked by a fucking ghost. plain and simple. you must detach your hoover from the Joycean fartbox, m'friend.

>getting cucked is a bad thing
/pol/ was a mistake

well. i don't think i need to even address this.
i will agree that cuckoldry is an incredibly pervasive theme in literature, compelling all the way back to the Odyssey. regardless, stop complaining.

The Death of Halpin Frayser. Anyone?

>he was a cuck
What a retard. Please stop using buzzwords that don't even apply to this situation. Gabriel/Joyce were not cucked. They both got the girl in the end. They just realized that they would never be able to love as strongly as Michael had--for they could not give up their lives for their love. They would never be able to love in the same way, and felt that they were ultimately inferior for it. I've been in a similar situation myself (oddly the event for me happened on Christmas Eve as well) and I can assure you that it feels absolutely awful. Even though the girl will never be with that person from her past, you can still feel their ghost lingering in her heart. It's easy for me to empathize with Joyce and Gabriel, but I don't think it should be difficult for even the most basement dwelling /pol/ poster to have at least a shred of empathy for the situation--to say nothing of how absolutely sublime the last few pages of The Dead are.

A Hunger Artist - Kafka

he was a cuck. you just described a cuck. imsee that you identify with the work, is that because you're afraid that you're identifying with a cuck story? because you very clearly are. you think that you can't get the girl in the end in a cuck story? the fact that the love was far more poignant than what he could ever attain is the exact thing that makes him a cuck. it doesn't have to be a physical thing. you're just relegating it to base pornography because you don't understand the concept as a theme. but, whatever. you want to get all asspained over this, be my guest.

i mean you even literally used the terms i did,
>Even though the girl will never be with that person from her past, you can still feel their ghost lingering in her heart.
when you're in a relationship like that, you've been emotionally cucked from beyond the grave.

>cucked from beyond the grave
Did you steal this from my elaborate post in that thread about Kek which I was saddened that no one cared about? I remember using this exact phrase in my brief analysis of The Dead.

Again, you're using the /pol/ and internet meme version of cuck and not its actual definition.

Cuckold: A man whose wife is unfaithful.

Gabriel's wife is not unfaithful to him, and neither was Nora to Joyce. There's a profound difference between not achieving the same degree of love with your wife as someone else in the past and having another guy fuck your wife.

mayhaps. i don't recall, but i certainly remember getting the phrase from Veeky Forums.

Oh dang, I remember that thread and those posts. I really loved your elaborate posts, user. Some of us genuinely appreciated them.

she's unfaithful in that she cannot help but be drawn to the memory of another man, though dead. it's not a physical unfaithfulness, but an emotional one. fuck you're shallow.

Yes, of course I recognize that she's being emotionally unfaithful. That's not a hard concept to understand. But that still does not mean that Gabriel is a cuck, in the true definition of the word. You'd be hard pressed to find a married man that isn't cucked, in that sense. Women always remain fond of lovers from their past--just less profound than this case, usually.

The Bungalow House by Thomas Ligotti
A Little Cloud by James Joyce
Spare Ass Annie by William S. Burroughs
A Game by Michael Gira
Too many to choose from by Richard Brautigan

not all women are so fond of their former lovers that it casts shade on all future relationships. the guy's an emotional cuck at least. you admit that much, and you've come a long way from denying it flat out. that's good enough for me. no backpedaling now.

If anyone is curious:

Someone named Matt Furie creates a comic with a frog named Pepe in it. On the Internet, the word kek (to replace lol) gradually becomes associated with Pepe, and Pepe with white supremacy.

Matt Furie, saddened over this (apparently), creates a comic killing off Pepe, with a blatant allusion to the tale of Finnegan's Wake, which Joyce's Finnegans Wake is based on.

By this point, Pepe has been equated by people on the Internet with too much time on their hands with Kek, the Egyptian frog-god of darkness and chaos. He is also associated by its semi-joking worshipers with numerical coincidences (dubs, trips, etc.) and strange coincidences in real life and in the fact that there's an Egyptian frog-god named Kek.

Meanwhile, back to Joyce and Finnegans Wake, Joyce is obsessed in Finnegans Wake with synchronicities and relations between world cultures. He writes:

>What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy gods! Brekkek Kekkek Kekkek Kekkek! Koax Koax Koax! Ualu Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons catapelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head.

This has the initials of the KKK (Kekkek Kekkek Kekkek! Koax Koax Koax!), a reference to how they look like (Whoyteboyce of Hoodie Head), includes the word "Kek", and also is a reference to Aristophanes' play The Frogs, where the frogs make a Brekkek noise, and to the Egyptian frog-god Kek. The KKK's white supremacy is like /pol/'s.

Finally, in Joyce's own life, he felt that his wife Nora's once lover, Michael Bodkin, cucked him from beyond the grave by singing to Nora in the rain outside her window for an hour then dying of consumption. He rewrites this story in The Dead (like the fact that Pepe got killed, supposedly) with a character named Michael Furey instead.

Which brings us back to /pol/'s obsession with cucking, which sounds like "kek", and mirrors Joyce's free-association in Finnegans Wake where words that sound similar to each other are combined and all their relations explored.

And it also brings us back to Matt Furie (Michael Furey), creator of the comic.

to make clearer your own concession just in case in your own words, of course.
>Yes, of course I recognize that she's being emotionally unfaithful
>Cuckold: A man whose wife is unfaithful.

I find it very provocative that Furie included the scene of Landwolf pouring over Pepe's head his brown liquor

At first glance this seems to be a shallow reference to ghetto culture - the idea of "pouring one out for the lost homies" though usually this is done not on the face of the deceased but rather poured out on the street. However on second glance this divergence is notable, considering the content of Finnegans Wake.

In the song on which Joyce based his novel, Tim Finnegan is revived when a row breaks out during his funeral and the general chaos results in a drought of whisky ("uisce beatha" - "the water of life") splashing him in the face - thereby reviving him.

>Then Mickey Maloney raised his head
>When a bottle of whiskey flew at him
>It missed him falling on the bed
>The liquor scattered over Tim

>Tim revives, see how he rises
>Timothy rising from the bed
>Then Whirl your whiskey around
>Like blazes Thanum an Dhul
>Do ye think I'm dead?

Note the presence of parallel archetypes.
Pepe being an avatar of Kek, a deity of Chaos
The Chaos of the row in the song resulting in the resurrection of Tim, and the general chaos of online interaction meaning that "killing" a popular meme such as pepe is essentially impossible.

Given the impossibility of killing a meme, i find it very interesting that Furie included the symbolic reference to Finnegans Wake in the splashing of whisky on Pepe's face in the same page as he authored his death. It's almost as though he unconsciously recognized the inevitability of pepe's online "resurrection" (really more a refusal to accept his death, the momentum of such a popular meme cannot be halted by the original author merely declaring him dead) Perhaps this inclusion by Furie represents a resentment at his loss of control over his character, a way to "get ahead"
Perhaps it is merely coincidental.

yeah, i do believe i read this. a great essay. definitely where i got "cucked from beyond the grave", all credit goes to you, a genius among us.

Cuckold is specifically for physical unfaithfulness though, not emotional. If you want to stretch words enough to suit your meaning, then go ahead, but if we do that then language just becomes absurd. I wouldn't even mind so much if cuck didn't have such a negative meaning. Calling Gabriel a cuck is just missing the point entirely, regardless of your view on the subject.

>i'm an honorless backpedaling faggot
okay.

How did I backpedal? I'm still sticking to my argument of cuck being used improperly. That's also not a very good argument.

it is clear to all who have wasted their time reading this conversation that i have bested you with your very own words. i shan't prolong my exposure to your ignominy, as its presence not only fills me with disdain, but such a lengthy encounter with your ilk might besmirch my good name. farewell.

>bested
>being this much of a pretentious cunt
You offered absolutely no argument of your own to refute my claims. You only attempted to argue semantics, which in itself is deplorable.

I liked Vonnegut's Harrison Bergeron