aeonrevolution wrote:Just started trying to read House of Leaves. Wish me luck.
It's never too late to stop doing bad things.
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aeonrevolution wrote:Just started trying to read House of Leaves. Wish me luck.

D.o.S. wrote:futuresailors wrote:And you're Irish! Home of probably the only Great Writer of the past century.
James Joyce is rad, but 1913-2013 has a whole host of Great Writers.
Lots of great writers for sure, but i think the criteria for getting them caps is influencing the course of literature . Alright, and I guess Faulkner makes the cut.Tom Dalton wrote:You're a dumbass for making this thread to begin with.
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smile_man wrote:fuck you.ifeellikeatourist wrote: Pedals aren't everything, yada, yada, yeah I know.
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D.o.S. wrote:aeonrevolution wrote:Just started trying to read House of Leaves. Wish me luck.
It's never too late to stop doing bad things.

futuresailors wrote:And you're Irish! Home of probably the only Great Writer of the past century.

sonidero wrote:Roll a plus 13 for fire and with my immunity to wack I dodge the cough and pass a turn to chill and look at these rocks...
kbithecrowing wrote:Making out with my girl friday night, I couldn't stop thinking about flangers.



Cormac McCarthy wrote:Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
D.o.S. wrote:I'm fucking stupid and no one should operate under any other premise.

sonidero wrote:Roll a plus 13 for fire and with my immunity to wack I dodge the cough and pass a turn to chill and look at these rocks...
kbithecrowing wrote:Making out with my girl friday night, I couldn't stop thinking about flangers.




D.o.S. wrote:You're like a walking Mad Men episode.
BitchPudding wrote:DO WHAT MUST BE DONE, LORD JFREY.
My music rec Twitter: https://twitter.com/MostlyEssentialfriendship wrote:one cool thing about living is that things get worse and worse and worse until you die

Yeah, I kind of felt the same about the Otherland series.jfrey wrote:Reading the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series by Tad Williams. Halfway through book 2 so far. It's good but has frustratingly long slow parts.
Lobstrosity wrote:Dad-a-chum? Dod-a-chock?

I really liked the Otherland series, but I didn't finish it and now I can't remember where I am, so I would probably have to start it over.Twangasaurus wrote:Yeah, I kind of felt the same about the Otherland series.jfrey wrote:Reading the Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn series by Tad Williams. Halfway through book 2 so far. It's good but has frustratingly long slow parts.
D.o.S. wrote:You're like a walking Mad Men episode.
BitchPudding wrote:DO WHAT MUST BE DONE, LORD JFREY.
My music rec Twitter: https://twitter.com/MostlyEssentialfriendship wrote:one cool thing about living is that things get worse and worse and worse until you die

kbithecrowing wrote:So I finally finished The Road. The last paragraph is so beautifully crafted.
Cormac McCarthy wrote:Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.



Sounds like it should be mandatory reading for all those idiots that glorify the medieval age.dubkitty wrote:A Distant Mirror by Barbara Tuchman, a history book about life in the "disastrous" 14th century when plague, war and all forms of awfulness were at a peak. i've read it before, and it always makes me feel better about my current circumstances.