>âShut up before you make me puke! Maybe youâve got a pretty house. So what? And maybe youâre not a bad old guy. Smart, and refined, and everything just right. But smug, man, so sure of your place. So sure that you fit right in. With everything around you. Like this village of yours, with its twenty generations of ancestors just like you. Twenty generations without a conscience, without a heart. What a family tree! And now here you are, the last, perfect branch. Because you are, youâre perfect. And thatâs why I hate you. Thatâs why Iâm going to bring them here, tomorrow. The grubbiest ones in the bunch. Here, to your house. Youâre nothing to them, you and all you stand for. Your world doesnât mean a thing. They wonât even try to understand it. Theyâll be tired, man. Tired and cold. And theyâll build a fire with your big wooden door. And theyâll crap all over your terrace, and wipe their hands on your shelves full of books. And theyâll spit out your wine, and eat with their fingers from all that nice pewter hanging inside on your wall. Then theyâll squat on their heels and watch your easy chairs go up in smoke. And theyâll use your fancy bedsheets to pretty themselves up in. All your things will lose their meaning. Your meaning, man. Whatâs beautiful wonât be, whatâs useful theyâll laugh at, whatâs useless they wonât even bother with. Nothingâs going to be worth a thing. Except maybe a piece of string on the floor. And theyâll fight over it, and tear the whole damn place apart. ⊠Yes, itâs going to be tremendous! So go on, beat it. Fuck off!â
Kek, its kraykray how he predicted pajeets taking over 50 years ago
>>249984 its okay, the libtard was dealt with in the very next paragraph
>Iâve always led a rather quiet life. A professor of literature who loved his work, thatâs all. No war ever called me to serve, and, frankly, the spectacle of pointless butchery makes me ill. I wouldnât have made a very good soldier, Iâm afraid. Still, had I been with Actius, once upon a time, I think I would have reveled in killing my share of Hun. And with the likes of Charles Martel, and Godfrey of Bouillon, and Baldwin the Leper, Iâm sure I would have shown a certain zeal in poking my blade through Arab flesh. I might have fallen before Byzantium, fighting by Constantine DragasĂšsâs side. But God, what a horde of Turks I would have cut down before I gasped my last! Besides, when a man is convinced of his cause, he doesnât die quite so easily! See, there I am, springing back to life in the ranks of the Teutons, hacking the Slav to shreds. And there, leaving Rhodes with Villiers de lâIsle-Adam and his peerless little band, my white cloak blazoned with the cross, my sword dripping blood. Then sailing with Don Juan of Austria, off to even the score at Lepanto. Ah, what a splendid slaughter! ⊠But soon thereâs nothing left for me to do. A few trifling skirmishes now and again, none of them too well thought of these days. Like the War Between the States, when my side is defeated and I join the Ku Klux Klan to murder myself some blacks. A nasty business, I admit. Not quite so bad with Kitchener, though, skewering the Mahdiâs Moslem fanatics, spilling their guts. ⊠But the rest is all current events, a sad little joke. Most of it has already slipped my mind. Perhaps Iâve done my bit, killing a pinch of Oriental at the Berlin gates. A dash of Vietcong here, of Mau Mau there. A touch of Algerian rebel to boot. At worst, some leftist or other, finished off in a police van, or some vicious Black Panther. Yes, itâs all become so terribly ugly. No fanfares anymore, no flags, no hosannas ⊠Oh well, youâll have to excuse an old professorâs pedantic prattle. But you see, I too have stopped thinking and just want to tell you where I stand. Youâre right, Iâve never killed a soul. Much less any of the types Iâve just conjured up, all of them standing here before me, at last, in your flesh, all rolled into one. But now Iâm going to live those battles over, all at once, those battles that I feel so much a part of, deep in my soul, and Iâm going to act them out, right here, all by myself, with one single shot. Like this!
>For the rice, no problem, no need to be told. There was only one solution. Every Indian knew it well. With no cow droppings at hand, our seagoing horde would have to burn its own, prepared by a tried and true peasant technique known for three thousand years. And so, the decks became weird workshops, where hands deft at molding this curious coalâchildren, for the most part, down on their haunchesâtook each new batch of turds, kneaded and shaped them, pressing out the liquid, and rolling them out into little round briquettes, like the kind we used to burn in our stoves not very long ago. The tropical sun did the rest, heating the sheet-metal decks, where the crowd had left great spaces, like giant drying racks, with thousands of the putrid mounds spread out to bake and harden into fuel. Other children, quick and clever, kept them supplied, eyes peeled for anyone, man or woman, poised in the humanoid fecal position. Zip! zip! There they were, hands flashing between two outspread thighs, grabbing the precious substance and trotting it off to the dung rollers while it was hot ⊠All of which explains how the fleet kept cooking its rice, and why it spread the horrible stench our reporter friend mentioned (and which, by the way, caused many a head to be scratched on certain foreign vessels miles downwind).
>Escaping from the massacre and captured by the janissaries, he was brought to Mahomet with two of his sons, two young boys of unusual beauty, âthat Grecian beauty,â wrote the historian Doukas, âthat inspired so many centuries of artists and poets.â Now, the Grand Turk had a liking for young boys in general, and the two sons of Notaras in particular. But for some strange reason, in the midst of the carnage, he wanted them willing, and brought to his great silk bed by their father.
>>250244 the author is a based pdf file so yes also this bitch has a crossdressing pet shota, although you should watch it for based peeing and pooping naked children
About the same as the turner diaries desu, both are made from the same perspective (an author recalling events of long past from the future), but terrorism is turned down way more and theres no mention of jews in the story, (((mass media))) and (((the church))) play their role instead. I found it a bit more believable than turner diaries so far at least (im like 70% through)
>A Beckettian character, who may or may not be trapped in a room with four baskets full of infants, focuses obsessively on a single sentence "I fuck babies."
>He felt the same about his Rembrandts, which he examined now and then on the quiet; and it is of course true that, just as the loveliest melody in the world becomes unbearably vulgar once the public start humming it and the barrel-organs playing it, so the work of art that appeals to charlatans, endears itself to fools, and is not content to arouse the enthusiasm of a few connoisseurs, is thereby polluted in the eyes of the initiate and becomes commonplace, almost repulsive. This sort of promiscuous admiration was in fact one of the most painful thorns in his flesh, for unaccountable vogues had utterly spoilt certain books and pictures for him that he had once held dear; confronted with the approbation of the mob, he always ended up by discovering some hitherto imperceptible blemish, and promptly rejected them, at the same hitherto imperceptible blemish, and promptly rejected them, at the sametime wondering whether his flair was not deserting him, his taste getting blunted.
>âYour hair has fallen out â your only good feature; A cruel storm has stripped the foliage of spring. Each temple misses its natural shade And a bare expanse grins under worn stubble. Oh, the gods, the gods cheat us! Our Youthâs first glories are Youthâs first forfeits.
>Poor boy, One moment your hair Was shining gold And you were more beautiful Than Phoebus or his sister. Now you are shinier Than a bronze Or the round cap Of a mushroom after rain. You run nervously From the laughter of ladies. Deathâs sooner than you think, You must believe â See now, Death has begun at the top.â
A Jew may adore his god in the sty And pour out his woes in the ears of the sky, But unless he will shorten his scabbard to see That the tip of his penis will always hang free, Heâll be driven from home to a city in Greece And spend all his Sabbaths â eating in peace.
Before my birth the gods, they say,Discussed what sex Iâd be. âBoy!â said Phoebus; âGirl!â said Mars; Said Juno, âI disagree.â So I was born hermaphrodite, But how was I to die? The goddess was first with the answer: âThe sword!â Said Mars, âThe cross!â But Phoebus decided on drowning. So I had to die of them all. A tree hung over a stream, Wearing my sword, I climbed â A slip, we were driven together: My feet caught in a branch, My head dipped into the stream â Not woman, not man, yet both: River and Sword and Cross.
>Silence comes in, sculptured by spoken dreams, by pain-voices of the rocketbombed next door, Lord of the Nightâs children, voices hung upon the wardâs stagnant medicinal air. Praying to their Master: sooner or later an abreaction, each one, all over this frost and harrowed cityâŠ
''The quick repetition of these ideas within two pages, here, seems to dig @ the idea that Pynchon is inferring that the aural psychical effects of the bombing victims come after the fact of death just as the bombs sound come after their delivery. In other words, b/c of the instantaneous nature of their death there is much psychic energy that is let off which affects the environment afterward, ie. all over the frost & harrowed city.''
>âItâs not that. All Iâm saying is that youâre a little brain-dead right now. I look at the girls in my class, and thereâs something, like, mercenary about them. I mean, I donât even understand some of the things theyâre into.Thereâs this girl in the class ahead of me who just got kicked out of school for working at an S&M club. Can you believe that? Iâve started to think Iâll find myself a nice girl from Kazakhstan or somewhere. anguage might be a problem, butââ >âKazakhstan?â >âThe women there are supposed to be beautiful, with really excellent personalities.â
Finna do a little review on books i have read since the beginning of this year methinks:
Albert Camus - The plague: pretty kino book about existentialism and plague and shit like that, it kinda reminded me of Texhnolyze the anime and Pathologic the videogame for obvious reasons to people who are acquainted with both of those works. Although i think The Stranger is still his better work, Plague was way more bleak and hopeless imo.
Jean Raspail - Camp of saints: georgedish kino which managed to predict the jeet uprising 60 or so years before it happened, the prose was okay too although the characters werent really that interesting i think, they werent badly written either.
The cult of the black cube: a short little book outlining the history of Saturn worshipping with a couple of rituals thrown in, felt kinda new age-y cuz the author combined several different gods into one but otherwise pretty trad on other points.
Isabella Panfido - Venice Noir: A collection of short stories about different islands of Venice, it wasnt offensively bad but i hardly remember anything about it, the prose was a bit purplish and clumsy too.
William Shakespeare - The Merchant of Venice: Now heres a real Venetian kino with enough antisemitism added into the mix to base a 4th reich on this little play. As far as plays go its not my favourite, not even among brother's 'Spearean ones, but the parts where the noble lady made her wooers undergo a trial for her hand was pretty funny. Shylock was pretty cool too.
Jack Vance - Dying Earth trilogy (theres 4 books in it but i didnt read the last one): Pretty funny dark (post-apocalyptic) fantasy books, first one is a collection of (largely) unconnected short stories, the next 2 are united by having a single protagonist, a rogue and conman named Cugel, he was pretty charismatic and amoral antihero which i liked i think.
Michel Houellebecq - Submission: a novel about France electing a muslim president and becoming a caliphate also with some commentary on Huysmans, its a bit like camp of saints but less apocalyptic and makes frighteningly more sense. The prose was nice too although i didnt really care for descriptions of main character having sex with various women throughout the book, but as i was told its a staple of the author.
Jose Donoso - Obscene bird of night: one of the most schizophrenic books ive read in recent times, took me over 2 weeks to finish i think, its a pretty hard read since the structure is largely unformatted and schizophrenic in nature but makes up for a nice narrative. I didnt like how deformed freaks killed the aryan (chilean) ubermensch in the end though, he didnt deserve it.
Arnold J. Toynbee - World and the west: a short little book about the world (duh) and its relationship with the west divided into several sections such as Russia and the west, China and the west, middle east and the west etc. The message largely ended up being "The west that doesnt kill you makes you stronger" or something along those lines.
Joris-Karl Huysmans - A Rebours: a novel called the peak of decadentism or something. It was pretty cool i think cuz they described a lot of different aesthetical concepts and shit. Not much of the story though. Also the hero is literally me, and it also proves that neets existed in all times or something. Although the concept were different back then.
Petronius - The Satyricon: One of the highlights of 2026 for me so far, very witty and funnily written, it was also interesting to take a look into the lives of ancient romans without veneer of georgedish propaganda about it.
Gustave Flaubert - Temptations of Saint Anthony: Cool book. Very imaginative. The story basically follows Saint Anthony as the Devil tries to seduce him with different things, first food, then riches, then women, then heretics. The heresiarchs section is by far the most interesting one, describing over a dozen of different heresies and shit, although the one chapter where devil takes him into space for a flight read strangely modern.
Rachilde - Monsieur Venus: A story about a 'noko and his rich GF who likes to pretend to be a man. Noko ends up getting laid with her hussar friend who later stabs him to death, nuff said. His gf then excavates his corpse and makes a wax image of him using various body pieces.
Georges Batailles - My mother, Madame Edwarda, The dead man: My mother which made up the majority of this collection was one of his better G E M mies, it was about some unfortunate son whose mother is a hoe and after his father dies she still keeps hoeing and also sets up her son with various other hoes whom she gotten laid with before (the hoes). Batailles is the only one who gets "transgressive" literature imho, its always a fun time reading him.
Vladimir Nabokos - Lolita: Dont like Nabby much. Lolita was his usual stuff, i remember dropping it 10 pages in long time ago but this time i pulled through to the end and it wasnt as bad as it felt like on the first time, especially after the overlong introduction when the main character finally gets to see the eponymous Lolita.
Ryu Murakami - Almost transparent blue: Japanese college students take drugs and have sex. Nuff said. Also main characters gets fucked by BLACK BVLLS and sucks their dihs as well.
Ryu Murakami - In the miso soup: Japanese sex tourism guide gets hired by filthy gaijin and things get weird. Ends up on a bit of a nothing burger.
J.W. Ocker - Cult following: Basically an overview of a couple of dozen different cults, i learned about a couple of more obscure ones but the rest of the book was pretty boring.
Ryu Murakami - Audition: Middle-aged man tries to find a gf 5 years after his wife died. Gone wrong, and the psycho who cozied up to him kills his dog and saws off his leg. Fortunately the man's son stabs her in the neck killing her. fuck and kill woe-men.
>She turns. âHold up my fur.â He obeys. âBe careful. Donât touch my skin.â Earlier in this game she was nervous, constipated, wondering if this was anything like male impotence. But thoughtful Pointsman, anticipating this, has been sending laxative pills with her meals. Now her intestines whine softly, and she feels shit begin to slide down and out. He kneels with his arms up holding the rich cape. A dark turd appears out the crevice, out of the absolute darkness between her white buttocks. He spreads his knees, awkwardly, until he can feel the leather of her boots. He leans forward to surround the hot turd with his lips, sucking on it tenderly, licking along its lower side⊠he is thinking, heâs sorry, he canât help it, thinking of a Negroâs penis, yes he knows it abrogates part of the conditions set, but it will not be denied, the image of a brute African who will make him behave⊠The stink of shit floods his nose, gathering him, surrounding. It is the smell of Passchendaele, of the Salient. Mixed with the mud, and the putrefaction of corpses, it was the sovereign smell of their first meeting, and her emblem. The turd slides into his mouth, down to his gullet. He gags, but bravely clamps his teeth shut. Bread that would only have floated in porcelain waters somewhere, unseen, untastedârisen now and baked in the bitter intestinal Oven to bread we know, bread thatâs light as domesticcomfort, secret as death in bed⊠Spasms in his throat continue. The pain is terrible. With his tongue he mashes shit against the roof of his mouth and begins to chew, thickly now, the only sound in the roomâŠThere are two more turds, smaller ones, and when he has eaten these, residual shit to lick out of her anus.
>>268449 He's a funny looking fella, but gravity's rainbow is pretty kino so far excluding all the s*x scenes desu. For some reason he really is obsessed with poop and african gentlemen doe.
>Negresses had to dance, and striptease was the order of the day. White women would be seduced on tables or on the floor; and there was jungle laughter as Negresses hit the men in the face with their breasts and flaunted their buttocks. When the buccaneers tired of Negresses, white harlots would descend in scores and the rate of copulation was exceeded only by the intake of raw rum. The shipsâ crews would not, of course, have bothered to wash or change ahead of their revel, and their cotton trousers were often still covered in Spanish blood; the stink was unbearable â like being in a cage filled with skunks. No one left the tavern during the traditional week of orgies: the men would sleep on the floor when alcoholic remorse eventually overcame them, only to waken again and drink until the alcohol took effect once more. When such an orgy had gone on for long enough within the tavern, Morgan would give instructions for casks of rum and Madeira wine to be rolled into the street. There in the tropical night and by the light of flaming torches the pirates would continue with their previous activities, which also included gambling on a fantastic scale, fistfuls of reales and golden doubloons representing the chips. No wonder the buccaneers needed a great number of expeditions, for they ran out of money within hours of being paid their share. As in other activities Morgan was ring-leader of the orgies, and would sing at the top of his voice, banging on the table with both fists and throwing money around like water. He was a fornicator on a grand scale (he scarcely ever copulated in public, however), although at this time he had been married for two years.
>Slothrop sticks his head out in the long tunnel and hollers, in his most English accent, âMajor Marvy sucks!â âUp this way!â Sounds of galloping GI boots, nailheads smacking the concrete and a lot of other ominous metal too going snick⊠snick⊠âNow,â beams mischievous Glimpf, setting the hoist in motion. A fresh thought occurs to Slothrop. He puts his head back out and hollers âMajor Marvy sucks NIGGERS!â âI think we should hurry,â sez Glimpf.
>>269028 We need to get german cismale here to analyze Cap'n Morgan natal chart
>>269991 >MC in Aries (his legacy will be about his independence, boldness, uncooperation, lawlessness) >Moon actually in Taurus, Exalted: Strong, enduring mind. Creativity, prosperity. >Exalted Jupiter: Maximum, nurturing wisdum >Mutual reception of Saturn and Mercury in the Air signs: Straight up Genius. Easy to like. Criticism and active thoughts working in harmony >Mars on the descendant: Constantly challenged by normies
I checked out books and the cat is sniffing because it has never smelled the public library before And I have a pot of coffee and the milk pitcher and sugar and stuff
>The aim is to live, as far as possible, the life of a woman. This does not mean, however, that they are passive homosexuals but that they are imply exhibitionists and want to show off. If they are skilful they can fool many men into thinking they are women. Some fulfil their desire to dress up as females by being female impersonators while with others it is, apparently, just an obsession and there is no direct sex-intent. '''It seems that a good-looking youth in woman's dress is more sexually provoking to many than either man or woman can be.''' Others are willing to discharge their sex-desires even when they know that they have been fooled by a man.
>Most transvestists feel that this split life (being a man and a woman) has a special attraction. Some do it out of a real desire to be a woman, at least for a while, and are miserable because they cannot become one officially. The picture is not clear but there is a suspicion that they are earching for a means of losing their initial male personality, of shaking it off, as it were, Pour corriger la Jortune. They want to be courted and loved and to be allowed to wallow in female garments, perfume, etc. They try to deceive others but they do not deceive themselves. The fact that female attire attracts more admiration than their usual boring male dress stimulates their desire for a make-believe appearance. All this seems to be part of their childlike, if not childish, fantasy life in which so many homosexual types prefer to dwell
>>290050 Since this post ive only ever read 4 books i think sadly However im going to pick the pace back up and read more, for now lets review those 4 books tho:
Richard E. Nisbett - The Geography of Thought: How Asians and Westerners Think Differently... and Why (iramqis reccomendation) Dont remember much about this book other than that it made sense kind of and how it explained that westerners hyperfocus on stuff ignoring the larger picture and easterners instead do the opposite.
Gravity's rainbow - Thomas Pynchon Quite kino. Im not gonna pretend that i understood it perfectly but it was an enjoyable read nonetheless, Pynchon really has a way with words desu.
Richard Hauser - Homosexual society A sociological study of homosexuality but nothing an average imageboard user wouldnt know already probably. Still it has a funny way of separating homosexuals in categories and basically it shows us that brits are massive nonces.
Mircea Eliade - The Forge and the Crucible: The Origins and Structure of Alchemy Pretty kino read about various religious practices involving minerals, ores, blacksmithing and anything involved in that. For some reason the author digressed into discussing alchemy in the latter half of the book when i`d rather read more about africans sacrificing children to the spirit of anvil or something.
>>367740 GOAThe is pretty good, i`ve read uhhhh Iphigenia in tauro, Faust and Sorrows of Young Werther from him, Faust clears easily but werther is also good. Oh i just remembered i read GOATz von Berlichingen too, that one is also cool, i really liked the last line from that play i think, "Nur droben, droben bei dir. Die Welt ist ein GefÀngnis." (its apparently third last tho). Elective Affinities is apparently a hidden gem of his but i never got around to reading it since im trying to finish my overblown backlog currently desu.
Finally gotten around to continue reading De Sade's Juliette (or Vice Amply Rewarded) Its pretty interesting how 120 days of sodom is his most known book when his other works blow it out of the water, although this one is quite a chore to read when he starts going on random pages long rants trying to justify his libertinage, i think it`d be better if he omitted most of them if not all and focused on just the story alone, would probably reduce the book from 1000+ pages to about twice lesser size.
>shit-hatred is unfailingly the mark of the simpleton, that you will admit; but need I tell you that there is such a thing as shit-connoisseurship, shit-gourmandise? No habit is more easily acquired than mard-savoring; eat one, delicious, eat another, no two taste exactly alike, but all are subtle and the effect is somewhat that of an olive. By all means, yes, one must allow oneâs imagination free play; but shit gleaned from antique and much-traveled assholes ⊠ah, a supper for the gods, one of the culminating episodes of the libertine experienceâŠ
I doubt that theirs gonna be much that you do will be suprised by, or dont already know. this book is essentially just describing the current EU and Japan situation down to a tee
>>368718 400 pages in and im getting bored, rape and torture scenes are pretty imaginitive but the plot goes nowhere unlike in Justine where her misfortunes pushed it forward, here our titular heroine just engages in orgies and murder endlessly. I think i`ll maybe stop for now and read something else and after that come back to it again. I came to associate this novel with porn doujinshis basically, in short timeframe its a porn kino where main characters get sodomized brutally by monsters or degenerated by shoving a massive amount of butter cream up their butt or something alike but you`ll get tired rather quickly if you`re forced to read only them for days or weeks
Not sure what to read next though, How to Be a Motherfucking Pimp (authored by some Dazzle Razzle), or Walking Corpses: Leprosy in Byzantium and the Medieval West
>>369748 read scary stories to tell in the dark on a serious note i used to read a lot, my favorite were urban legend books i would rent from the library, stuff about monster folklore and stuff, i was a big nerd and read the whole harry potter books, even my teacher knew i loved reading and bought me a book from our schoolastic fair once, alas i had a traumatic experience in which a another teacher called me out in front of the whole class for reading while she was lecturing(she was a boring bitch) and i never read ever again
>>369751 >my favorite were urban legend books i would rent from the library Dewnno about american urban stories, but i read Toshiden: Exploring Japanese Urban Legends last year and it was pretty kino since they explain a lot of recent japanese youkis and shit like turbo grandma (of shin megumi tensai fame) or why touhous in that one fighting game are themed after their respective legends. There was another russy book, "Fairytales of dark forest" which was basically a collection of urban legends (nothing paranormal though) about a group called "Mushroom elves", they were active like...30 years ago i think. They would take near-lethal doses of alcohol and shrooms, dress up as medieval warriors, attend closest festival of closest Tolkien/Fantasy roleplayers and beat everyone up and pillage everything, it was pretty kino. I dont think an english translation exists though. >i was a big nerd and read the whole harry potter books We, Narnia Chads were feuding with harry potter fans actually. For scary books, i think Niggerman/Poe/Ambrose Bierce (An Inhabitant of Carcosa)/Arthur Machen(great god pan/the inmost light)/William Hodgson (The Nightland/House on the borderland)/Robert Chambers (King in Yellow)/Hanns Ewers (Alraune/various other short stories) are unparalleled. >alas i had a traumatic experience in which a another teacher called me out in front of the whole class for reading while she was lecturing(she was a boring bitch) and i never read ever again #KILLALLTEACHERS I dont think i ever really cared what they said to me desu. Although in like year 2 of school one of the teachers whom i thought was kind to me mocked me in front of the entire class for my atrocious handwriting and basically since that betrayal i stopped trusting them.
oh also for more information on japanese youkis of yore you could read some of Lafcadio Hearn's works (funnily enough he was almost certainly an inspiration behind Yukari (not whale) of touhou fame), you could read it for free here: https://sacred-texts.com/shi/index.htm
Or pirate books from z-library or Anna's Archive although idk if you can get fined for that or not, i never did despite downloading almost a thousand books from there
I was reading an Ayn Rand autobiography because Atlas Shrugged was checked out and there was a footnote that went along the lines of "In her life, Ayn Rand never mentioned experiencing antisemitic persecution in Czarist Russia to me, however, this is all but impossible, and dramatic antisemitic persecution was surely repressed deeply within her memories"
Reading "How to Be a Motherfucking Pimp" and having a blast, Negroes after all are extremele sovlful. This book is basically a guide on pimpage/autobiography of a pimp with half of it referencing famous rappers and another half referencing high culture (poetry/philosophy/literature)
>My next Desire is, void of Care and Strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious Life. A Country Cottage near a Crystal Flood,â A winding Vally, and a lofty Wood. Some God conduct me to the sacred Shades,[... ...] Or lead me to some solitary Place, And cover my Retreat from Human Race. â Happy the Man, who, studying Nature's Laws, Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause. His Mind possessing, in a quiet state,â Fearless of Fortune, and resign'd to Fate. And happy too is he, who decks the Bow'rs Of Sylvans, and adores the Rural Pow'rs: Whose Mind, unmov'd, the Bribes of Courts can see; Their glitt'ring Baits, and Purple Slavery.â Nor hopes the People's Praise, nor fears their Frown, Nor, when contending Kindred tear the Crown, Will set up one, or pull another down. â Without Concern he hears, but hears from far, Of Tumults and Descents, and distant War:â Nor with a Superstitious Fear is aw'd, For what befals at home, or what abroad. Nor envies he the Rich their heapy Store, Nor with a helpless Hand condoles the Poor. He feeds on Fruits, which, of their own accord,â The willing Ground, and laden Trees afford. From his lov'd Home no Lucre him can draw; The Senates mad Decrees he never saw; Nor heard, at bawling Bars, corrupted Law.
I read the atlas shrugged section of this novel and agreed with everything I read, mostly things I learned too late to be true, I only dock points for the seething hatred of leftism being a little oversaturated to me
>>373611 What was she talking about in that book? I never read it i think although my dad did (he also owned a copy of mein kampf but i dont have it anymore) Also read The Ego and its own cuz i think its probably in the same vein as atlas shrugged albeit its pure philosophy and not fiction
>>373612 It's an ayn rand introductory novel that has about 120 pages dedicated to atlas shrugs that paraphrases it and condenses the meaning without any commentary, it's mainly about how the world consists of givers and takers, and that takers victimize themselves in order to rationalize their inferiority, then consequently attack all rational systems and oppress innovators to pillage the wealth
>>373615 >it's mainly about how the world consists of givers and takers, and that takers victimize themselves in order to rationalize their inferiority, then consequently attack all rational systems and oppress innovators to pillage the wealth Neetche wrote something to the same effect in beyond good and evil but without all the economy focus i think although he used the terms master and slave instead of giver/taker
>>373617 Yeah she uses quite a few terms for the dynamic which included master and slave, as a whole it's mostly about the overarching consequences of the weak being prone to resentment of the strong but she does praise money
maybe its just me having earily undaignoised alzhiemers but i dont really see the point of reading much when you only remember less than .001% of the what was written other than the vibes
>Immediately afterwards he drew forth that sword and struck the archer who was holding him on his right, entirely severing the sphagitid arteries in the neck â his jugular veins â together with the uvula down to the two thyroid glands; then, withdrawing his sword, he prised the spinal marrow half-open between the second and third vertebrae: at which the archer dropped down dead. >Whereupon he sliced through his head at one blow, cutting his cranium above the petrous bone, removing both the bones of the sinciput as well as the sagittal suture, together with the greater part of the coronal bone; by so doing he sliced through both meninges and opened up deeply the two posterior ventricle-cavities of the brain: and so his cranium remained hanging down over his shoulders at the back from the membranes of the pericranium in the form of a doctoral bonnet, black above, red within.
Kek, Rabelais sure loves showing off his knowledge of anatomy.
>Numa, who succeeded him, seeing the great deviation in their almanacs and calendars caused by those remaining days, made the year to be 365 days and 6 hours; he added two months, January and February, and severally distributed the days between each month, ordaining that the six remaining hours should be gathered together every four years, and from them he would make one artificial day, which would be added to February inter Terminalia et Regifugium qui est 6 kalendas martii [between the Terminalia and the Regifugium which is the VI Kalends of March] that those two days would occur over one letter of the calendar.
Leaving it here for later cuz its related to something i find worth investigating.
>When I say woman I mean a sex so weak, so fickle, so variable, so changeable, so imperfect, that Nature â speaking with all due reverence and respect â seems to me, when she made woman, to have strayed from that good sense with which she had created and fashioned all things. I have pondered over it five hundred times yet I can reach no solution except that Nature had more regard for the social delight of man and the perpetuating of the human species than for the perfection of individual womanhood. Certainly Plato does not know into which category to put women: rational animal or irrational beast; for Nature has placed within their bodies, in a hidden intestinal place, an animal (an organ not found in men) in which from time to time certain humours are engendered â saline, nitrous, boracic, caustic, gnawing, stabbing and painfully irritating â from the sharp pangs and painful throbbing of which (since that organ is all sinews and quickened sensitivity) their whole body is convulsed, all their senses ravished, all their emotions heightened and all their thoughts confused, to such an extent that if Nature had not dewed their foreheads with a little modesty you would see them hunting the fly-cord as though they were mad, more awesomely than the Proetides ever did, or the Mimallonides or the bacchic Thyades on the day of their bacchanalia, because that terrifying animal is colligate with all the principal parts of the body, as is evident from dissections.
>Micyllus: God of portents! Heracles preserve us from the evil to come! My cock has spoken with a human voice. The Cock: And what if he has? Is that so very portentous? >Micyllus: I should think it was. All Gods avert the omen! The Cock: Micyllus, I am afraid your education has been sadly neglected. If you had read your Homer, you would know that Achillesâ horse Xanthus declined to have anything more to do with neighing, and stood on the field of battle spouting whole hexameters; he was not content with plain prose like me; he even took to prophecy, and foretold to Achilles what should befall him. Nor was this considered anything out of the way; Achilles saw nothing portentous about it, nor did he invoke Heracles on the occasion. What a fuss you would have made, if the keel of the Argo had addressed a remark to you, or the leaves of the Dodonaean oak had opened their mouths and prophesied; or if you had seen ox-hides crawling about, and heard the half-cooked flesh of the beasts bellowing on the spit! As for me, considering my connexion with Hermes â most loquacious, most argumentative of Gods â and my familiar intercourse with mankind, it was only to be expected that I should pick up your language pretty quickly.
What would Nigel&Onyx tell us if they started speaking
>But gradually the passing years degenerated from such nobility to the lowest depths of hedonism and cut out strange and extraordinary paths to enjoyment. Then luxury, daring all, transgressed the laws of nature herself. And who ever was the first to look at the male as though at a female after using violence like a tyrant or else shameless persuasion? The same sex entered the same bed. Though they saw themselves embracing each other, they were ashamed neither at what they did nor at what they had done to them, and, sowing their seed, to quote the proverb, on barren rocks they bought a little pleasure at the cost of great disgrace. >The daring of some men has advanced so far in tyrannical violence as even to wreak sacrilege upon nature with the knife. By depriving males of their masculinity they have found wider ranges of pleasure. But those who become wretched and luckless in order to be boys for longer remain male no longer, being a perplexing riddle of dual gender, neither being kept for the functions to which they have been born nor yet having the thing intowhich they have been changed. The bloom that has lingered with them in their youth makes them fade prematurely into old age. For at the same moment they are counted as boys and have become old without any interval of manhood. Thus foul self-indulgence, teacher of every wickedness, devising one shameless pleasure after another, has plunged all the way down to that infection which cannot even be mentioned with decency, in order to leave no area of lust unexplored. Wtf i thought gayreeks loved homos <For marriage is a remedy invented to ensure manâs necessary perpetuity, but only love for males is a noble duty enjoined by a philosophic spirit. Anything cultivated for aesthetic reasons in the midst of abundance is accompanied with greater honour than things which require for their existence immediate need, and beauty is in every way superior to necessity. Thus, as long as human life remained unsophisticated and the daily struggle for existence left it no leisure for improving itself, men were content to limit themselves to bare necessities, and the urgency of their day did not allow them to discover the proper way to live. <Let women be ciphers and be retained merely for child-bearing; but in all else away with them, and may I be rid of them. For what man of sense could endure from dawn onwards women who beautify themselves with artificial devices, women whose true form is unshapely, but who have extraneous adornments to beguile the unsightliness of nature? <Who would not fall in love with such a youth? Whose eyesight could be so blind, whose mental processes so stunted? How could one fail to love him who is a Hermes in the wrestling-school, an Apollo with the lyre, a horseman to rival Castor, and one who strives after the virtues of the gods with a mortal body? For my part, ye gods of heaven, I pray that it may for ever be my lot in life to sit opposite my dear one and hear close to me his sweet voice, to go out when he goes out and share every activity with him. And so a lover might well pray that his cherished one should journey to old age without any sorrow through a life free from stumbling or swerving, without having experienced at all any malicious spite of Fortune. But, if in accordance with the law governing the human body, illness should lay its hand on him, I shall ail with him when he is weak, and, when he puts out to sea through stormy waves, I shall sail with him. And, should a violent tyrant bind him in chains, I shall put the same fetters around myself. All who hate him will be my enemies and those well disposed to him shall I hold dear. Should I see bandits or foemen rushing upon him, I would arm myself even beyond my strength, and if he dies, I shall not bear to live. I shall give final instructions to those I love next best after him to pile up a common tomb for both of us, to unite my bones with his and not to keep even our dumb ashes apart from each other. <Marriage is a boon and a blessing to men when it meets with good fortune, while the love of boys, that pays court to the hallowed dues of friendship, I consider to be the privilege only of philosophy. Therefore all men should marry, but let only the wise be permitted to love boys, for perfect virtue grows least of all among women.
>Mataeotechny is a Greek word defined by Quintilian (2, 10, 2â3) as âan unprofitable imitation of art which is neither good nor bad but involves a useless expenditure of labourâ.
What if we tortured booktokers to death by making them read Plato's entire bibliography (its almost 2000 pages worth of dialogues since thats the format he wrote his works in)
>A legendary highwayman who attacked travellers on the coast between Megara and Corinth. His most famous âmethodâ was to compel them to wash his feet, and kick them over the cliff into the sea while they were so doing.
>You know, Socrates, these Heraclitean doctrines (or, as you say, Homeric or still more ancient)âyou canât discuss them in person with any of the people at Ephesus who profess to be adepts, any more than you could with a maniac. They are just like the things they say in their booksâalways on the move. As for abiding by what is said, or sticking to a question, or quietly answering and asking questions in turn, there is less than nothing of that in their capacity. Thatâs an exaggeration, no doubt. I mean there isnât so much as a tiny bit of repose in these people. If you ask any one of them a question, he will pull out some little enigmatic phrase from his quiver and shoot it off at you; and if you try to make him give an account of what he has said, you will only get hit by another, full of strange turns of language. You will never reach any conclusion with any of them, ever; indeed they never reach any conclusion with each other, they are so very careful not to allow anything to be stable, either in an argument or in their own souls. I suppose they think that if they did it would be something that stands stillâthis being what they are totally at war with, and what they are determined to banish from the universe, if they can.
Geg, Plato the BASEDo just utterly raped modern "philosophers"
Merck's purpose as a company: preserve and improve the quality of human life What Merck did: create Finasteride, which preserves and improves the quality of human life
>I cannot say what greater good there is for a young boy than a gentle lover, or for a lover than a boy to love. >The purpose of this was so that, when a man embraced a woman, he would cast his seed and they would have children; but when male embraced male, they would at least have the satisfaction of intercourse, after which they could stop embracing, return to their jobs, and look after their other needs in life. This, then, is the source of our desire to love each other. Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature. >Each of us, then, is a âmatching halfâ of a human whole, because each was sliced like a flatfish, two out of one, and each of us is always seeking the half that matches him. Thatâs why a man who is split from the double sort (which used to be called âandrogynousâ) runs after women. Many lecherous men have come from this class, and so do the lecherous women who run after men. Women who are split from a woman, however, pay no attention at all to men; they are oriented more towards women, and lesbians come from this class. People who are split from a male are maleoriented. While they are boys, because they are chips off the male block, they love men and enjoy lying with men and being embraced by men; those are the best of boys and lads, because they are the most manly in their nature. Of course, some say such boys are shameless, but theyâre lying. Itâs not because they have no shame that such boys do this, you see, but because they are bold and brave and masculine, and they tend to cherish what is like themselves. Do you want me to prove it? Look, these are the only kind of boys who grow up to be real men in politics. When theyâre grown men, they are lovers of young men, and they naturally pay no attention to marriage or to making babies, except insofar as they are required by local custom. They, however, are quite satisfied to live their lives with one another unmarried. In every way, then, this sort of man grows up as a lover of young men and a lover of Love, always rejoicing in his own kind. >Now letâs turn to your physical development. If a man is bound by necessity to chase pleasure at the expense of the good, what sort of shape will he want you to be in? How will he train you, if he is in charge? You will see that what he wants is someone who is soft, not muscular, and not trained in full sunlight but in dappled shadeâsomeone who has never worked out like a man, never touched hard, sweaty exercise. Instead, he goes for a boy who has known only a soft unmanly style of life, who makes himself pretty with cosmetics because he has no natural color at all. There is no point in going on with this description: it is perfectly obvious what other sorts of behavior follow from this. We can take up our next topic after drawing all this to a head: the sort of body a lover wants in his boy is one that will give confidence to the enemy in a war or other great crisis while causing alarm to friends and even to his lovers. Enough of that; the point is obvious.
The only reason these bussy dialogues are held to such high regard is because they are ancient but in their essence they are no different than the delusional babbling of a rapeson or a groomer troon
>>380250 Nah he has some kino moments, i just nitpicked the funny homo ones, although the funniest by far was when socrates and alcibiades acted like anime tsunderes towards each other
>>380377 Ummmmm Plato was cis and straight (probably) though, its Socrates who was a MAP although a non-offending/no contact one although he also had like 2 wives and multiple kids
>>380379 You think they used olive oil when they made those boys bounce on it like a see saw or did they relied on the natural 'bussy' juices to get the job done?
Lmao, even the pederast nigga in this manga is philosophizing mid rape, talmbout some 'leave the old you behind and broaden thy horizons'. Could've been a hit if this was ancient Greece fr tho
>>380381 Its more than likely, apparently they had a special tool to just scrape it off the skin, thats how much they used it. Although gayreeks saw anal homosex as bad or sumting though. >>380382 >Lmao, even the pederast nigga in this manga is philosophizing mid rape Just following ages-old TRADitions >>380383 VVell i dont really care much for either cuz im gonna be a stone-cold volcel 4lyfe but i just find it funny desu. I mostly read Plato to get into Plotinus since hes a neo-platonist and to understand his philosophy better + his theories on love (when he doesnt talk about little boys) and cosmogony are kinda cool
and by following ages-old traditions i mean that one Plato's dialogue where he makes Socrates discuss how to groom minors more effectively (Lysis) by trying to impress them with philosophy talking instead of going for the direct way
Finally done with Plato's complete works, now i finna read Pascal i think. Would have gone with Plotinus but i accidentally downloaded the "abridged" version missing half the enneads and my internet is too shit to download the correct one
>Jesus seeks some comfort at least in His three dearest friends, and they are asleep. He prays them to bear with Him for a little, and they leave Him with entire indifference, having so little compassion that it could not prevent their sleeping even for a moment. And thus Jesus was left alone to the wrath of God.
>Jesus is alone on the earth, without any one not only to feel and share His suffering, but even to know of it; He and Heaven were alone in that knowledge.
>Jesus is in a garden, not of delight as the first Adam, where he lost himself and the whole human race, but in one of agony, where He saved Himself and the whole human race.
>He suffers this affliction and this desertion in the horror of night.
>Jesus seeks companionship and comfort from men. This is the sole occasion in all His life, as it seems to me. But He receives it not, for His disciples are asleep.
>Jesus will be in agony even to the end of the world. We must not sleep during that time.
>Jesus, in the midst of this universal desertion, including that of His own friends chosen to watch with Him, finding them asleep, is vexed because of the danger to which they expose, not Him, but themselves; He cautions them for their own safety and their own good, with a sincere tenderness for them during their ingratitude, and warns them that the spirit is willing and the flesh weak.
>Jesus, finding them still asleep, without being restrained by any consideration for themselves or for Him, has the kindness not to waken them, and leaves them in repose.
I read 200 pages of paradise lost today some parts of it were very powerful I'll read paradise found online afterwards because it's only like 20 pages or something
All of GOAThe's works are pretty kino desu, both novels and plays (iphigenia in tauris, goetz von berlichingen...etc) >>382811 Hmmm well theres Virgil and Lucretius too...If you want just pure poetry maybe give Passing of Arthur a try, rhyme of the ancient mariner is kino too...Rape of the tart is good, i dont remember my poets very well but you could also read Baudelaire, Rimbaud, T.S. Elliot, William Blake...the list goes on
I finna post some excerpts because ts my favourite book ever probably and i will not miss such an opportunity
THE VISCOUNT: No one? But wait! I'll treat him to. . .one of my quips!. . .See here!. . . (He goes up to Cyrano, who is watching him, and with a conceited air): Sir, your nose is. . .hmm. . .it is. . .very big! CYRANO (gravely): Very! THE VISCOUNT (laughing): Ha! CYRANO (imperturbably): Is that all?. . . THE VISCOUNT: What do you mean? CYRANO: Ah no! young blade! That was a trifle short! You might have said at least a hundred things By varying the tone. . .like this, suppose,. . . Aggressive: 'Sir, if I had such a nose I'd amputate it!' Friendly: 'When you sup It must annoy you, dipping in your cup; You need a drinking-bowl of special shape!' Descriptive: ''Tis a rock!. . .a peak!. . .a cape! --A cape, forsooth! 'Tis a peninsular!' Curious: 'How serves that oblong capsular? For scissor-sheath? Or pot to hold your ink?' Gracious: 'You love the little birds, I think? I see you've managed with a fond research To find their tiny claws a roomy perch!'Truculent: 'When you smoke your pipe. . .suppose That the tobacco-smoke spouts from your nose-- Do not the neighbors, as the fumes rise higher, Cry terror-struck: "The chimney is afire"?' Considerate: 'Take care,. . .your head bowed low By such a weight. . .lest head o'er heels you go!' Tender: 'Pray get a small umbrella made, Lest its bright color in the sun should fade!' Pedantic: 'That beast Aristophanes Names Hippocamelelephantoles Must have possessed just such a solid lump Of flesh and bone, beneath his forehead's bump!' Cavalier: 'The last fashion, friend, that hook? To hang your hat on? 'Tis a useful crook!' Emphatic: 'No wind, O majestic nose, Can give THEE cold!--save when the mistral blows!' Dramatic: 'When it bleeds, what a Red Sea!' Admiring: 'Sign for a perfumery!' Lyric: 'Is this a conch?. . .a Triton you?' Simple: 'When is the monument on view?' Rustic: 'That thing a nose? Marry-come-up! 'Tis a dwarf pumpkin, or a prize turnip!' Military: 'Point against cavalry!' Practical: 'Put it in a lottery! Assuredly 'twould be the biggest prize!' Or. . .parodying Pyramus' sighs. . . 'Behold the nose that mars the harmony Of its master's phiz! blushing its treachery!' --Such, my dear sir, is what you might have said, Had you of wit or letters the least jot: But, O most lamentable man!--of wit You never had an atom, and of letters You have three letters only!--they spell Ass! And--had you had the necessary wit, To serve me all the pleasantries I quote Before this noble audience. . .e'en so, You would not have been let to utter one-- Nay, not the half or quarter of such jest! I take them from myself all in good part, But not from any other man that breathes!
Oh! We have our pockets full, We poets, of love-letters, writ to Chloes, Daphnes--creations of our noddle-heads. Our lady-loves,--phantasms of our brains, --Dream-fancies blown into soap-bubbles! Come! Take it, and change feigned love-words into true; I breathed my sighs and moans haphazard-wise; Call all these wandering love-birds home to nest. You'll see that I was in these lettered lines, --Eloquent all the more, the less sincere! --Take it, and make an end!
CYRANO: No imitator I of other men! (De Guiche has succeeded in getting by, and goes toward Roxane's door. Cyrano follows him, ready to stop him by force):Six novel methods, all, this brain invented! DE GUICHE (turning round): Six? CYRANO (volubly): First, with body naked as your hand, Festooned about with crystal flacons, full O' th' tears the early morning dew distils; My body to the sun's fierce rays exposed To let it suck me up, as 't sucks the dew! DE GUICHE (surprised, making one step toward Cyrano): Ah! that makes one! CYRANO (stepping back, and enticing him further away): And then, the second way, To generate wind--for my impetus-- To rarefy air, in a cedar case, By mirrors placed icosahedron-wise. DE GUICHE (making another step): Two! CYRANO (still stepping backward): Or--for I have some mechanic skill-- To make a grasshopper, with springs of steel, And launch myself by quick succeeding fires Saltpeter-fed to the stars' pastures blue! DE GUICHE (unconsciously following him and counting on his fingers): Three! CYRANO: Or (since fumes have property to mount)-- To charge a globe with fumes, sufficiently To carry me aloft! DE GUICHE (same play, more and more astonished): Well, that makes four! CYRANO: Or smear myself with marrow from a bull, Since, at the lowest point of Zodiac, Phoebus well loves to suck that marrow up! DE GUICHE (amazed): Five! CYRANO (who, while speaking, had drawn him to the other side of the square near a bench): Sitting on an iron platform--thence To throw a magnet in the air. This is A method well conceived--the magnet flown, Infallibly the iron will pursue: Then quick! relaunch your magnet, and you thus Can mount and mount unmeasured distances! DE GUICHE: Here are six excellent expedients! Which of the six chose you? CYRANO: Why, none!--a seventh!DE GUICHE: Astonishing! What was it? CYRANO: I'll recount. DE GUICHE: This wild eccentric becomes interesting! CYRANO (making a noise like the waves, with weird gestures): Houuh! Houuh! DE GUICHE: Well. CYRANO: You have guessed? DE GUICHE: Not I! CYRANO: The tide! I' th' witching hour when the moon woos the wave, I laid me, fresh from a sea-bath, on the shore-- And, failing not to put head foremost--for The hair holds the sea-water in its mesh-- I rose in air, straight! straight! like angel's flight, And mounted, mounted, gently, effortless,. . . When lo! a sudden shock! Then. . .
CYRANO: Why, I well believe He dares to mock my nose? Ho! insolent! (He raises his sword): What say you? It is useless? Ay, I know But who fights ever hoping for success? I fought for lost cause, and for fruitless quest! You there, who are you!--You are thousands! Ah! I know you now, old enemies of mine! Falsehood! (He strikes in air with his sword): Have at you! Ha! and Compromise! Prejudice, Treachery!. . . (He strikes): Surrender, I? Parley? No, never! You too, Folly,--you? I know that you will lay me low at last; Let be! Yet I fall fighting, fighting still! (He makes passes in the air, and stops, breathless): You strip from me the laurel and the rose! Take all! Despite you there is yet one thingI hold against you all, and when, to-night, I enter Christ's fair courts, and, lowly bowed, Sweep with doffed casque the heavens' threshold blue, One thing is left, that, void of stain or smutch, I bear away despite you. (He springs forward, his sword raised; it falls from his hand; he staggers, falls back into the arms of Le Bret and Ragueneau.) ROXANE (bending and kissing his forehead): 'Tis?. . . CYRANO (opening his eyes, recognizing her, and smiling): MON PANACHE
And if you want to read anglos specifically, theres obviously brother 'speare...Chaucer...the guy who wrote the Fairie queene...Edward Young, Robert Browning, Swinburne, Blake, Pound (although he was a RW twitter chud who was buddies with Mussolini and i dont like him that much but not for that reason), Emily dickinson THE GOAT, etc
And if you care about Chivalric poems theres Orlando inamorato/furioso (the goats, also astolpho is from here), Parzival, das nibelungen lied, Gawain and the green knight and various arthurian poems (the matter of england), song of roland and related matter of france, the fairie queene (again), jerusalem delievered, Beowulf kinda counts i guess, so do odyssey and illiad, Amadis of Gaul and others but those are the best basically
I asked my midwit neckbeard irl friend about books and he says he reads quite often, it was disappointing that he is retarded despite reading but it's a little wholesome actually, his favorite book is moby dick
>>384533 Nah I gave it a try before my library stint started but it seems unreasonable when I could put the time into catching up on more important things
Fools may mock my blackness but without night thereâs no day! Black as night, so be it! But what a night generous and bright! All the paltry ÊżAmrs and Zayds my name has eclipsed. I am the Lord of War!
This one is the most kinoest so far, although i think translator could do a better job of translating the line "did he ask my name?" because as it is it kinda ruins the rhytm of preceding lines >I broke the line, >drove fear away. >The horses charged. >He called out once. Maybe change it to "Asked he my name?"
I finished Faust but it would've gone more nicely after a classical education >>390876 I never read it back in the day despite grabbing it but I know it has mentions of an apocalypse and return of melkor that are considered non canon
As a dark cloud in the sky when it comes on to blow after heat, even so did Diomed son of Tydeus see Mars ascend into the broad heavens. With all speed he reached high Olympus, home of the gods, and in great pain sat down beside Jove the son of Saturn. He showed Jove the immortal blood that was flowing from his wound, and spoke piteously, saying, âFather Jove, are you not angered by such doings? We gods are continually suffering in the most cruel manner at one anotherâs hands while helping mortals; and we all owe you a grudge for having begotten that mad termagant of a daughter, who is always committing outrage of some kind. We other gods must all do as you bid us, but her you neither scold nor punish; you encourage her because the pestilent creature is your daughter. See how she has been inciting proud Diomed to vent his rage on the immortal gods. First he went up to the Cyprian and wounded her in the hand near her wrist, and then he sprang upon me too as though he were a god. Had I not run for it I must either have lain there for long enough in torments among the ghastly corpses, or have been eaten alive with spears till I had no more strength left in me.â
>>391396 >I finished Faust but it would've gone more nicely after a classical education He does namedrops a lot of greeks during 2nd part i think? But i dont remember anyone other than helen of troy desu. >I never read it back in the day despite grabbing it but I know it has mentions of an apocalypse and return of melkor that are considered non canon i didnt go very far yet but its basically Tolkien's take on creation mythos i guess, pretty interesting if you`re into stuff like that. >>391441 Why is it in prose though I never gotten to Homer yet personally but i read a lot of chivalric romances just like Don Quixote (PBUH)
>>391567 I had a pretty good classical education but I don't know the Greeks as well as him so a level of context is lost >>391567 >Why is it in prose though There was an explanation at the start that the translation would be less literal than the current standard in 1898 in order to convey the meaning and emotion better to English readers
