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Peak literature analysis from youtube🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣🗣

It comes from this video where they re-cover books. The dude in the video says "there is not a single flowery sentence", in the road, which is already r-slurred, since it has

"He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried on the bleak and temporal winds to and fro in the void. Carried forth and scattered and carried forth again. Everything uncoupled from its shoring. Unsupported in the ashen air. Sustained by a breath, trembling and brief. If only my heart were stone."

"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."

but then this commentor says its similar to blood meridian :marseyxd: . If you havent read BM it is literally known for having sentences like

"Spectre horsemen, pale with dust, anonymous in the crenellated heat. Above all else they appeared wholly at venture, primal, provisional, devoid of order. Like beings provoked out of the absolute rock and set nameless and at no remove from their own loomings to wander ravenous and doomed and mute as gorgons shambling the brutal wastes of Gondwanaland in a time before nomenclature was and each was all."

So its clear neither of these idiots have actually read

Not only that, this IDIOT thought that, in a book where he notes in the very video the main characters dont even have names, we NEED to see their faces on the cover. Fricking mook

Wendigoon is getting sous vide in heck until the universe goes black

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nuclearshill gau/cho 3mo ago #6818738

!bookworms tell me more about that McCarthy's writing prose style for the masterpiece Blood Meridian :marseynotes:

We did a bookclub on that one!

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ObamaBinLaden they/them nuclearshill 3mo ago #6818784

Let me hit you over the head with a character literally named hermit who fricking spews insane shit like

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. It aint the heart of a creature that is bound in the way that God has set for it. You can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.

Literally reddit tier monolguing

Frick off and rest in piss, Comatose McCatheter

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Dahl_Fook D/F Malaysian Airline Flight 370 Hijacker ObamaBinLaden 3mo ago #6818795

Hey he got better. No Country For Old Men is peak IMO.

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johannesalthusius they/them '); DROP TABLE Users;-- Dahl_Fook 3mo ago #6818889

It's his worst book, you gorilla

He writes Chigurh not as an incomprehensible avatar of death but an neurodivergent trying to get into the drug business

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SpookyFartMan69 shart/pants shart/pants johannesalthusius 3mo ago #6818920

Nice b8

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Dahl_Fook D/F Malaysian Airline Flight 370 Hijacker johannesalthusius 3mo ago #6818926

Filtered.

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RWBY Gambol/Shroud Chapose was a good admin :marseysummerrose:

ObamaBinLaden 3mo ago #6818817

I liked it

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johannesalthusius they/them '); DROP TABLE Users;-- nuclearshill 3mo ago #6818881

ah, blood meridian, monsieur? that novel is the sark and chaparral of literature, the filament whereon rode the remuda of highbrow, corraled out of some destitute hacienda upon the arroya, quirting and splurting with main and with pyrolatrous coagulate of lobated grandiloquence. our eyes rode over the pages, monsieur, of that slatribed azotea like argonauts of suttee, juzgados of swole, bights and systoles of walleyed and tyrolean and carbolic and tectite and scurvid and querent and creosote and scapular malpais and shellalagh. we scalped, monsieur, the gantlet of its esker and led our naked bodies into the rebozos of its mennonite and siliceous fauna, wallowing in the jasper and the carnelian like archimandrites, teamsters, combers of cassinette scoria, centroids of holothurian chancre, with pizzles of enfiladed indigo panic grass in the saltbush of our vigas, true commodores of the written page, rebuses, monsieur, we were the mygale spiders too and the devonian and debouched pulque that settled on the frizzen studebakers, listening the wolves howling in the desert while we saw the judge rise out of a thicket of corbelled arches, whinstone, cairn, cholla, lemurs, femurs, leantos, moonblanched nacre, uncottered fistulas of groaning osnaburg and kelp, isomers of fluepipe and halms awap of griddle, guisado, pelancillo.