tbf my face is hidden but I do have completely shaved head and face and look like a big baby. But yeah I do try to get sunlight often so I'm not as pale
IST I fell for the blood meridian meme too but it's driving me crazy. This book is so fricking bad. Why does he waste so much prose on those shitty run-on sentences, and why does he use them almost entirely on imagery/sensory shit? He leaves all of the things that books are uniquely good at off the table and reduces his text to an inferior version of a movie. It's so bad bros. I've been reading while doing cardio - Would lifting have saved me from this?
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
I fricking hate books like that. I get it, homosexuals back then were long winded as frick, but damn. how did anyone find this shit good? I read shit like that and its just noise as I try to sus out the meaning of words using my limited at best knowledge of roots. I cant imagine people back then being walking thesaurus's or enjoying reading a mountain of word salad used to describe basic shit. I forget what the frick the dude is even trying to say as I'm reading the sentence and I have to go back and make a quick summary for myself to grasp the ideas.
It's not long-winded. It's more like "vaguely historically-accurate-feeling moronic". A single sentence will use the word "and" seven times while describing the light of the setting sun over the desolate plains and the length of the shadows and the stench of piss and feces. Then a character whose entire characterization is "he's a moron and he's real ornery lol" will grunt out a three-word sentence and then it's back to another hundred word sentence about what everything looked and smelled like while they rode somewhere that doesn't matter to do something stupid that will pan out over a few sentences before another few paragraphs of sites and smells and random lowbrow Spanish babbling starts. But it's MUH GRITTY dude, you just don't get it if it isn't enjoyable for you.
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
It aint. Cormac McCarthy thought commas and apostrophes and exclamation marks and colons and semi colons were for queers who couldnt structure a proper sentence or communicate their ideas clearly or format a paragraph on a page in an intelligble way or make proper use of a full stop.
Midwits think being able to slog through a book where characters speak Spanish without translations and occasionally say Black person in a historically accurate way without vomiting makes them intellectuals. Intellectuals understand that Cormac McCarthy's head swam with visions that make for really good movies but really terrible books.
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
https://i.imgur.com/yHobqhZ.jpg
Yes, exactly. That's exactly how the entire book is written. Thank God someone else understands.
Midwits think being able to slog through a book where characters speak Spanish without translations and occasionally say Black person in a historically accurate way without vomiting makes them intellectuals. Intellectuals understand that Cormac McCarthy's head swam with visions that make for really good movies but really terrible books.
I fricking hate books like that. I get it, homosexuals back then were long winded as frick, but damn. how did anyone find this shit good? I read shit like that and its just noise as I try to sus out the meaning of words using my limited at best knowledge of roots. I cant imagine people back then being walking thesaurus's or enjoying reading a mountain of word salad used to describe basic shit. I forget what the frick the dude is even trying to say as I'm reading the sentence and I have to go back and make a quick summary for myself to grasp the ideas.
It's not long-winded. It's more like "vaguely historically-accurate-feeling moronic". A single sentence will use the word "and" seven times while describing the light of the setting sun over the desolate plains and the length of the shadows and the stench of piss and feces. Then a character whose entire characterization is "he's a moron and he's real ornery lol" will grunt out a three-word sentence and then it's back to another hundred word sentence about what everything looked and smelled like while they rode somewhere that doesn't matter to do something stupid that will pan out over a few sentences before another few paragraphs of sites and smells and random lowbrow Spanish babbling starts. But it's MUH GRITTY dude, you just don't get it if it isn't enjoyable for you.
Say what you want about the book but the last 1/4 was very good.
Anyways the descriptions which you all seem to whining are just kind of the whole point of the book. They transform the wild west setting into a kind of dark Fantasy setting or at least that's how I felt. Not because it's le gritty or something but the way he describes the landscapes it seems as if they are on a different planet. Not every book has to have a very engaging plot and this one is compensating for the simple plot with a interesting atmosphere and vibe. It's just a preference.
For me the descriptions and the whole concept of the Judge being the God of war or an Avatar of war and punishing those(the kid) who do not give themselves up fully to war and so on.
Tbh I enjoyed the Road more.
To be fair, you have to have a very advanced understanding of Chinese culture to understand the Red Chamber. The humor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of the legacy of the Xian Dynasty most of the jokes will go over a typical readers head. There’s also the Taoist cultural outlook which is deftly woven into the plot - drawing very heavily from Confucius and other such respected sages, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of such complexity, to realize the they’re not just clever- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who disliked the Red Chamber truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the emotional sentiment behind a begging stone, which in and of itself is a reference to the Buddhist concept of karmic reincarnation. Im smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Cao Xueqin’s genius and wit unfolds itself within the pages of the book. What fools.. how I pity them
And yes, by the way, I DO have my name tattooed in Chinese. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid.
permanent dirty bulk. Shave your head, then wax every inch of your body. Never go into direction sunlight and slather whitening cream every morning like you life depended on it.
>Childhood is thinking g the Judge lied about the Revivial Preacher at the beginng for a laugh >Adulthood is realizing the Judge never told a single lie.
be at least 6'6
I am literally Judge Holden Mode.
Digits acknowledged, but you have to post body to back up such a claim.
Can you do 1 pullup?
I can do 12 dead hang unironically.
Not fat,pale, and baby like enough. Maybe if you shaved and never saw the sun again.
>
Kek,
tbf my face is hidden but I do have completely shaved head and face and look like a big baby. But yeah I do try to get sunlight often so I'm not as pale
Too much hair
Too tan
Not tall enough
Not sloth enough
Try again
how can he even be alive in that setting? Wouldn't he get shot at any town just for looking like he does?
hes playing a fine tune on his fiddle, why would they shoot a white guy playing a fiddle?
He says he'll never die
He dances in light and shadow and he is a great favorite.
Me in the bottom middle
IST I fell for the blood meridian meme too but it's driving me crazy. This book is so fricking bad. Why does he waste so much prose on those shitty run-on sentences, and why does he use them almost entirely on imagery/sensory shit? He leaves all of the things that books are uniquely good at off the table and reduces his text to an inferior version of a movie. It's so bad bros. I've been reading while doing cardio - Would lifting have saved me from this?
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
Yes, exactly. That's exactly how the entire book is written. Thank God someone else understands.
I fricking hate books like that. I get it, homosexuals back then were long winded as frick, but damn. how did anyone find this shit good? I read shit like that and its just noise as I try to sus out the meaning of words using my limited at best knowledge of roots. I cant imagine people back then being walking thesaurus's or enjoying reading a mountain of word salad used to describe basic shit. I forget what the frick the dude is even trying to say as I'm reading the sentence and I have to go back and make a quick summary for myself to grasp the ideas.
It's not long-winded. It's more like "vaguely historically-accurate-feeling moronic". A single sentence will use the word "and" seven times while describing the light of the setting sun over the desolate plains and the length of the shadows and the stench of piss and feces. Then a character whose entire characterization is "he's a moron and he's real ornery lol" will grunt out a three-word sentence and then it's back to another hundred word sentence about what everything looked and smelled like while they rode somewhere that doesn't matter to do something stupid that will pan out over a few sentences before another few paragraphs of sites and smells and random lowbrow Spanish babbling starts. But it's MUH GRITTY dude, you just don't get it if it isn't enjoyable for you.
U r dum
Wait is this fragment really like the whole book?
It aint. Cormac McCarthy thought commas and apostrophes and exclamation marks and colons and semi colons were for queers who couldnt structure a proper sentence or communicate their ideas clearly or format a paragraph on a page in an intelligble way or make proper use of a full stop.
This is the book everyone praises for some reason? Fricking yikes everyone is a pseud these days.
Too much punctuation
Filtered
Midwits think being able to slog through a book where characters speak Spanish without translations and occasionally say Black person in a historically accurate way without vomiting makes them intellectuals. Intellectuals understand that Cormac McCarthy's head swam with visions that make for really good movies but really terrible books.
I absolutely hate any literature with sentences like those. It's just an extreme chore to read.
Say what you want about the book but the last 1/4 was very good.
Anyways the descriptions which you all seem to whining are just kind of the whole point of the book. They transform the wild west setting into a kind of dark Fantasy setting or at least that's how I felt. Not because it's le gritty or something but the way he describes the landscapes it seems as if they are on a different planet. Not every book has to have a very engaging plot and this one is compensating for the simple plot with a interesting atmosphere and vibe. It's just a preference.
For me the descriptions and the whole concept of the Judge being the God of war or an Avatar of war and punishing those(the kid) who do not give themselves up fully to war and so on.
Tbh I enjoyed the Road more.
That's just a tall Avocado with a shaved head
https://youtube.com/shorts/o2zwHAjx1NI?feature=share
some homie made a video and now it’s all you homies can talk about
>tfw I've met blood meridian through a mod called New Vegas Bounties like a decade ago
It's weird seeing both medias being mainstream nowadays
Redpill me on blood meridian
What exactly is so sadistic in it?
To be fair, you have to have a very advanced understanding of Chinese culture to understand the Red Chamber. The humor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of the legacy of the Xian Dynasty most of the jokes will go over a typical readers head. There’s also the Taoist cultural outlook which is deftly woven into the plot - drawing very heavily from Confucius and other such respected sages, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of such complexity, to realize the they’re not just clever- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who disliked the Red Chamber truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the emotional sentiment behind a begging stone, which in and of itself is a reference to the Buddhist concept of karmic reincarnation. Im smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Cao Xueqin’s genius and wit unfolds itself within the pages of the book. What fools.. how I pity them
And yes, by the way, I DO have my name tattooed in Chinese. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid.
Pedophilia
permanent dirty bulk. Shave your head, then wax every inch of your body. Never go into direction sunlight and slather whitening cream every morning like you life depended on it.
>5 hour video
>4.3M views
What the frick is wrong with zoomers
>le zoomer has brain rot from tik tok but also will sit and watch 5 hour video essay.
there is more than one set of zoomer
Imagine the smell.
>Childhood is thinking g the Judge lied about the Revivial Preacher at the beginng for a laugh
>Adulthood is realizing the Judge never told a single lie.