/lit/ - Literature

>>23331062
This is up to you to find out.

>>23331077
The feeble mind of a poorly instructed low iq individual.

>>23331079
There is no sperm in your sack before you start moving it. This 'excess' theory is easily debunkable.

>>23331103
>hurr durr you're just lifting stuff and putting it back down
Nobody is saying "masturbation = exercise" you fucking moron.
I'm asking why the former argument is valid and latter isn't.

>>23331102
It is literally true. Do you not know how exercise works? How do you think your muscles move, by magic?

>>23331109
>This is up to you to find out.
In other words, you have no idea and you're talking out of your ass.

>>23331101
>say something retarded
>people say it's retarded
>get buttblasted

>>23330996
>Truly, sir, all that I live by is with the
>awl. I meddle with no tradesman’s matters nor
>women’s matters, but withal I am indeed, sir, a
>surgeon to old shoes: when they are in great danger,
>I recover them. As proper men as ever trod upon
>neat’s leather have gone upon my handiwork.

Can we read more into the cobbler's statement here?

Scene 2
Enter Caesar, Antony for the course, Calphurnia, Portia,
Decius, Cicero, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, a Soothsayer;
after them Marullus and Flavius and Commoners.

CAESAR
Calphurnia.
CASCA Peace, ho! Caesar speaks.
CAESAR Calphurnia.
CALPHURNIA Here, my lord.
CAESAR
Stand you directly in Antonius’ way
When he doth run his course.—Antonius.
ANTONY Caesar, my lord.
CAESAR
Forget not in your speed, Antonius,
To touch Calphurnia, for our elders say
The barren, touchèd in this holy chase,
Shake off their sterile curse.
ANTONY I shall remember.
When Caesar says “Do this,” it is performed.
CAESAR
Set on and leave no ceremony out.Sennet.
SOOTHSAYER Caesar.
CAESAR Ha! Who calls?
CASCA
Bid every noise be still. Peace, yet again!
CAESAR
Who is it in the press that calls on me?
I hear a tongue shriller than all the music
Cry “Caesar.” Speak. Caesar is turned to hear.
SOOTHSAYER
Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR What man is that?
BRUTUS
A soothsayer bids you beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
Set him before me. Let me see his face.
CASSIUS
Fellow, come from the throng.
The Soothsayer comes forward.
Look upon Caesar.
CAESAR
What sayst thou to me now? Speak once again.
SOOTHSAYER Beware the ides of March.
CAESAR
He is a dreamer. Let us leave him. Pass.
Sennet. All but Brutus and Cassius exit.
CASSIUS
Will you go see the order of the course?
BRUTUS Not I.
CASSIUS I pray you, do.
BRUTUS
I am not gamesome. I do lack some part
Of that quick spirit that is in Antony.
Let me not hinder, Cassius, your desires.
I’ll leave you.
CASSIUS
Brutus, I do observe you now of late.
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have.
You bear too stubborn and too strange a hand
Over your friend that loves you.
BRUTUS Cassius,
Be not deceived. If I have veiled my look,
I turn the trouble of my countenance
Merely upon myself. Vexèd I am
Of late with passions of some difference,
Conceptions only proper to myself,
Which give some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.
But let not therefore my good friends be grieved
(Among which number, Cassius, be you one)
Nor construe any further my neglect
Than that poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.

CASSIUS
Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion,
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
BRUTUS
No, Cassius, for the eye sees not itself
But by reflection, by some other things.
CASSIUS ’Tis just.
And it is very much lamented, Brutus,
That you have no such mirrors as will turn
Your hidden worthiness into your eye,
That you might see your shadow. I have heard
Where many of the best respect in Rome,
Except immortal Caesar, speaking of Brutus
And groaning underneath this age’s yoke,
Have wished that noble Brutus had his eyes.
BRUTUS
Into what dangers would you lead me, Cassius,
That you would have me seek into myself
For that which is not in me?
CASSIUS
Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear.
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I, your glass,
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.
And be not jealous on me, gentle Brutus.
Were I a common laughter, or did use
To stale with ordinary oaths my love
To every new protester; if you know
That I do fawn on men and hug them hard
And after scandal them, or if you know
That I profess myself in banqueting
To all the rout, then hold me dangerous.
Flourish and shout.

BRUTUS
What means this shouting? I do fear the people
Choose Caesar for their king.
CASSIUS Ay, do you fear it?
Then must I think you would not have it so.
BRUTUS
I would not, Cassius, yet I love him well.
But wherefore do you hold me here so long?
What is it that you would impart to me?
If it be aught toward the general good,
Set honor in one eye and death i’ th’ other
And I will look on both indifferently;
For let the gods so speed me as I love
The name of honor more than I fear death.
CASSIUS
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus,
As well as I do know your outward favor.
Well, honor is the subject of my story.
I cannot tell what you and other men
Think of this life; but, for my single self,
I had as lief not be as live to be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
I was born free as Caesar; so were you;
We both have fed as well, and we can both
Endure the winter’s cold as well as he.
For once, upon a raw and gusty day,
The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores,
Caesar said to me “Dar’st thou, Cassius, now
Leap in with me into this angry flood
And swim to yonder point?” Upon the word,
Accoutered as I was, I plungèd in
And bade him follow; so indeed he did.
The torrent roared, and we did buffet it
With lusty sinews, throwing it aside
And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
But ere we could arrive the point proposed,
Caesar cried “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!”
I, as Aeneas, our great ancestor,
Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder
The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber
Did I the tired Caesar. And this man
Is now become a god, and Cassius is
A wretched creature and must bend his body
If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
He had a fever when he was in Spain,
And when the fit was on him, I did mark
How he did shake. ’Tis true, this god did shake.
His coward lips did from their color fly,
And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world
Did lose his luster. I did hear him groan.
Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans
Mark him and write his speeches in their books,
“Alas,” it cried “Give me some drink, Titinius”
As a sick girl. You gods, it doth amaze me
A man of such a feeble temper should
So get the start of the majestic world
And bear the palm alone.
Shout. Flourish.
BRUTUS Another general shout!
I do believe that these applauses are
For some new honors that are heaped on Caesar.
CASSIUS
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

“Brutus” and “Caesar”—what should be in that
“Caesar”?
Why should that name be sounded more than
yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with ’em,
“Brutus” will start a spirit as soon as “Caesar.”
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say, till now, that talked of Rome,
That her wide walks encompassed but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed, and room enough
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say
There was a Brutus once that would have brooked
Th’ eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
BRUTUS
That you do love me, I am nothing jealous.
What you would work me to, I have some aim.
How I have thought of this, and of these times,
I shall recount hereafter. For this present,
I would not, so with love I might entreat you,
Be any further moved. What you have said
I will consider; what you have to say
I will with patience hear, and find a time
Both meet to hear and answer such high things.
Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this:
Brutus had rather be a villager
Than to repute himself a son of Rome
Under these hard conditions as this time
Is like to lay upon us.
CASSIUS I am glad that my weak words
Have struck but thus much show of fire from
Brutus.

Enter Caesar and his train.

BRUTUS
The games are done, and Caesar is returning.
CASSIUS
As they pass by, pluck Casca by the sleeve,
And he will, after his sour fashion, tell you
What hath proceeded worthy note today.
BRUTUS
I will do so. But look you, Cassius,
The angry spot doth glow on Caesar’s brow,
And all the rest look like a chidden train.
Calphurnia’s cheek is pale, and Cicero
Looks with such ferret and such fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being crossed in conference by some senators.

>AMIRITE BASED BROS? xD
Holy fuck I don't care

>>23330930
>Der Jude
kek can someone write an antisemitic parody of "Hey Jude" by the Beatles? Would love to read some funny lyrics

>>23330976

it's pronounces differently and wouldn't scan

>>23331006
Just anglicize the pronunciation

>>23330952
I think that's all a very good, optimal and healthy response, so good on you. Keep it up.
The only value contained in this perspective imo is to create something beautiful with it and to be of service to others. Sounds like you're doing that.

You’re gonna make it OP

>>23330778

As you change your circle of friends will change. It's completely normal. If you no loner have anythign in common with them, then you will stop hanging out with them and move on. The world is a big place. You will find your community.

yes reading is a solitary activity, which is why it's normal to frown upon readers

>>23330778
>I don't consider myself an intellectual by any means, or a snob. I just don't know how deal with that fact that:
>A. I used to be a selfish consumer.
How does this affect your current life?
>B. I can no longer identify with that way of life
How does this affect your life?
>C. Many of my old friends think engaging in anything beyond mindless consumption is gay
How does this affect your life?
>D. Literature has made me more critical of society, and alienated me from my old life
Just get a wife and/or small friend group who aren't braindead consumers, tiktok users or gossipers and live small or go off grid. It's easy.

>>23330773
Also, is this true, or do you feel guilty?

>>23330780
That's fair; but why?
Everyone has a story to tell. But only a few of us "must" tell it.

>>23330781
>>23330788
I mean just look at the lives of some of the most famous writers and the shit they did on their spare time. Some definitely felt some sort of guilt much greater then average, which probably fueled their work. Of course not every writer is like this, but the most miserable writers definitely suffered from it.

I'm not a writer but I wrote a children's book as a school project once and it was entertaining as fuck. My teacher (she was from Ireland) thought it was great. It had a tapir in it.

>>23330831
I guess, but some of that guilt seems out of proportion. Some of the more bleak ones, they did things that were bad, but not extraordinarily bad or much different from your average person. Most of them aren't murderers or something. They just mistreated someone in the past, or wasted their own time, etc. These are very common problems, it's their reaction to their problems that's uncommon.
Your average guy in the 20th century who beat his wife and kids because he didn't like how life panned out, didn't respond by writing great novels. They just went drinking.

>>23330913
>you owe it to your loved ones to be a good person to have around.

This is a very normie take on life Living for the gratification of others. I'll tell you that no true artist has ever lived like this.

>>23331035
Of course something is wrong, that's what i am saying, but the problem is that they get mad at you because they can't help and they take that personally as a punishment to you for making them feel bad at failing.

>>23331059
If they didn't care about the gratification of others, why would they make art? Almost every significant artist made efforts to get their art in front of audience (though of course many failed)
Even Emily Dickinson submitted her poems, Van Gogh was trying to sell his paintings

>>23331059
Ah yes, "true artists," a group known for having happy lives full of meaningful relationships.

>>23331064
That can happen, I've seen it and experienced it, so I know what you're saying. But, they won't all do that to you, some of them have a people pleasing complex and that's a malady all on its own, that's their burden. At the same time, you may actually sap the energies of other people without being aware of it. You're just expressing yourself, but you're negative, and this exhausts other people; so they try to help you, not only for your sake, but for their own, so you become less tiring to be around.
Some mix of these two things is probably closer to the truth if you're honest when looking back. The solution in each case is compassion. Compassion towards yourself; you're human, your feelings are normal and natural responses to depression, and even if they have bad consequences, you are only human and it's okay. If you feel guilt or blame toward yourself in excess for not being able to get it together, it perpetuates the cycle. If you have compassion for yourself, as you would a child in your care who's fucked something up, you have much more energy to stop being like this.
The other is compassion toward others. Look at how you speak about them. "Normals," "stupid," its all the language of the "inferior other." Others aren't as inferior or distant from your state as you believe they are. Its more an extension of you feeling this distance because you are alienated inside, so you project it out at them. If you bothered to ask or really get to know someone, you'll often find they've more going on inside there than you realize. And even if they don't, most people are still capable of great love and generosity on sheer emotional impulse. There's predators, but they're a minority, most people have basically good hearts and don't live up to it because they're experiencing the same shit you are, they're troubled.
So lighten up without beating yourself up. It's true you can't just hit the gym and feel better, its an internal problem. You feel better by allowing yourself to feel better. Your life isn't what you wanted, and you've failed many times at many things. You can accept this and be forgiving toward yourself, which will let you move on and be a more kind, positive and successful person, or you can dwell on it, which will make you resent and see the worst in everyone, including yourself, and you will continue to crash & burn.
The choice is yours. I love and care about you or I wouldn't have said this; you'd be surprised how many people are like that if you allow them to be.

you had me until the fee and tip

>>23330845
Damn is this real? Thank fuck that I have never gone to the library. I'll stick with ebooks.

>>23330684
youre lucky you can even go to the library by yourself. in my country there is a strict no singles policy

>>23330684
As a fellow short person putting a gun in your mouth is the only solution. See you in hell fellow shorty.

>>23330684
you have to pay a fee and tip to check out a book at the library?

mods ignore those penises please

>OP never shared a bunk with a bro
>OP doesn't kiss his homies goodnight
>OP will never know the embrace of platonic love
seethe more

>>23330666
Fuck off Satan.

>>23330696
make better bait

>>23330666
>OP never given a brojob

>>23330628
t.mohammed

>>23330603
Nobody really knows why that is. There's theories and ideas, but nobody knows why we're here. Materialists will tell you it's because of single cell organisms in a soup combined with pressure and time. Spiritualists will tell you its the will of God, or the universe, or the Tao. Nihilists will tell you it doesn't matter. Pessimists will tell you there's no reason.
Knowing why is less important than being and seeing. You'll never know, but the way you see it and the way you be it, you can choose, and reap the consequences.

My suspicion is that humans just don't have the hardware to know. We evolved to think causally but that could just be a completely retarded result of our evolution.

>>23330951
Imagine you're God and you created these amazing creatures with consciousness, will and creative capacities; they can love, hate, build things, destroy things, beautify ugliness, uglify beauty, etc and they spend their time instead constantly asking why you created them.
You'd conclude they're retarded and Flood the World in regret.

>>23330959
if the universe hates itself that much then what the fuck is its problem? just stop being emo

>>23331003
Tell that to the beings whom represent it. You and me, the humans

What about the little baby Dragonstonians, in their little Dragonstonian cradles? Did GRRM think about those? What happened to them? Were they perhaps preemptively removed from the plot? Where they not thought about at all? But George, aren't questions like these very important?

>who gives a fuck about tax policies, this gals got her boobies out and my self insert is saving her

>>23330586
I like this guy and obviously it's a good story, but can he write at all? Don't want to spend 20 burgerbux on this if he writes like an idiot like I suspect he does.

>>23330757
Thanks for the chuckle

>>23330588
Amen. I can't even blame this one on zoomers, for change. All types of people fall into this trap.

>>23330588
It's not Twitter btw.

>>23330588
True. My father used to say that when cackling hens are given megaphones the sanest action is to bend your ears. The saying gets somewhat lost in translation but you get the point.

>>23330551
Is it real—or merely a satanist subversion? what would Dugin think (wwdt)?