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"What, then, is this genre of women with dark, sad eyes? They have their necks bare, uncovered. They call you, they press against you, they sit on your knees, they take your hand, they caress you and are caressed by you, they kiss
you and mark you with their teeth or, in contrast, are marked by yours, they violate you and let themselves be violated, sometimes they suffocate you and even beat you."

"But there is a third generic characteristic: this function of the letters doesn't immediately prevent a superficial return of guilt. An Oedipal, familial, or conjugal return of guilt. Am I capable of loving my father? Am I able to get married? Am I a monster?"

lowkey why is this book so wild 😭

I feel like this is one of those books where there's not really a defined plot. There's a lot of things happening all at once and characters all over the place. Honestly, I don't even think I can recall what exactly happened.

But I feel like it's one of those books where you get the vibe or you don't. And I kind of get the vibe. Almost.

My head hurts and the first thing I do is read Kerouac

Tired of being after reading this book. Hopefully I can become nothing and have no consciousness 👍

We are for real back this time

We are so back (not really. all the reading from my college psychology textbook makes me depressed about reading anything now.)

To walk along a stream, to pass, to flow with the water, without effort, without haste, while death continues in us its ruminations, its uninterrupted soliloquy.

"Your beauty drowns me, drowns the core of me. When your beauty burns me I dissolve as I never dissolved before man. From all men I was different, and myself, but I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel you in me; I feel my own voice becoming heavier, as if I were drinking you in, every delicate thread of resemblance being soldered by fire and one no longer detects the fissure."

wgst Tyr hrll

"God created me to be a child and left me to be a child for ever. But why did he let life beat me and take away my toys and leave me alone at playtime, to crumple up in feeble hands the blue pinafore streaked with tears? Since I cannot live without affection, why was that affection taken from me?"

beginning the marxist supremacy chapter with supernanny is so real

he mentioned deleuze and guattari i started crying

my dumbass spending ten minutes wondering wtf he meant by the big other

he's kinda real for thjs