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I have decided to read the prestigious book by Thomas Pynchon: Gravity's Rainbow, but I have some questions and a set of requirements:
>One of the most important things for me in a book is the quality of the paper, thus I would like a book with acid-free paper and not that shitty toilet paper which smells like fart.
>A decent cover would be great.
Now, if you know an edition which gets approved by my requirements, please, let me know.
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Why do people give continental philosophy so much credit when it's obviously full of shit? Seriously, I can't understand how one can read an author like Hegel, Schopenhauer or Hannah Arendt and not go "nigga, are you serious?". Don't even get me started on the french train - Lacan, Derrida, Deleuze, Levinas, Bourdieu - and the rest of those guys.
Why is analytic philosophy so superior? Is it because continentalists are talentless hacks who hide bury themselves into an untranslatable language?
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"The next real literary “rebels” in this country might well emerge as some weird bunch of anti-rebels, born oglers who dare somehow to back away from ironic watching, who have the childish gall actually to endorse and instantiate single-entendre principles. Who treat of plain old untrendy human troubles and emotions in U.S. life with reverence and conviction. Who eschew self-consciousness and hip fatigue. These anti-rebels would be outdated, of course, before they even started. Dead on the page. Too sincere. Clearly repressed. Backward, quaint, naive, anachronistic. Maybe that’ll be the point. Maybe that’s why they’ll be the next real rebels. Real rebels, as far as I can see, risk disapproval. The old postmodern insurgents risked the gasp and squeal: shock, disgust, outrage, censorship, accusations of socialism, anarchism, nihilism. Today’s risks are different. The new rebels might be artists willing to risk the yawn, the rolled eyes, the cool smile, the nudged ribs, the parody of gifted ironists, the “Oh how banal.” To risk accusations of sentimentality, melodrama. Of overcredulity. Of softness. Of willingness to be suckered by a world of lurkers and starers who fear gaze and ridicule above imprisonment without law. Who knows."
Is HP Lovecraft literature?
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When, long ago, the gods created Earth
In Jove's fair image Man was shaped at birth.
The beasts for lesser parts were next designed;
Yet were they too remote from humankind.
To fill the gap, and join the rest to Man,
Th' Olympian host conceiv'd a clever plan.
A beast they wrought, in semi-human figure,
Filled it with vice, and called the thing a Nigger.