ITT: Post what you consider to be the greatest line of prose ever written
My choice: great
granite rocks the foam flying up in the
light of the lighthouse and the wind-gauge
spinning like a propellor, clear to 1ne at last
that the dark I have always struggled to
keep under is in reality my most-
from Krapp's Last Play
>>7331037
but that's shit
My whole life I've been a fraud.
O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space -- were it not that I have bad dreams
>>7331037
The tragic emotion, in fact, is a face looking two ways, towards terror and towards pity, both of which are phases of it. You see I use the word ARREST. I mean that the tragic emotion is static. Or rather the dramatic emotion is. The feelings excited by improper art are kinetic, desire or loathing. Desire urges us to possess, to go to something; loathing urges us to abandon, to go from something. The arts which excite them, pornographical or didactic, are therefore improper arts. The esthetic emotion (I used the general term) is therefore static. The mind is arrested and raised above desire and loathing.
So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane
>>7331037
Si (como afirma el griego en el Cratilo)
el nombre es arquetipo de la cosa
en las letras de 'rosa' está la rosa
y todo el Nilo en la palabra 'Nilo'.
anime was a mistake.
It was a warm summer night in Barcelona and all the good whores had the flu.
>>7331379
Voting for this.
>>7333542
PROSE
As the uneasiness and his reluctance to face it cut him off more and more from all real happiness, and as habit renders the pleasures of vanity and excitement and flippancy at once less pleasant and harder to forgo (for that is what habit fortunately does to a pleasure) you will find that anything or nothing is sufficient to attract his wandering attention. You no longer need a good book, which he really likes, to keep him from his prayers or his work or his sleep; a column of advertisements in yesterday’s paper will do. You can make him waste his time not only in conversation he enjoys with people whom he likes, but in conversations with those he cares nothing about on subjects that bore him. You can make him do nothing at all for long periods. You can keep him up late at night, not roistering, but staring at a dead fire in a cold room. All the healthy and outgoing activities which we want him to avoid can be inhibited and nothing given in return, so that at the last he may say, “I now see that I spent most of my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked”
