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This is the new reading thread, wizards. The previous thread can be found here: >>50386


Finally got around to "reading" The picture of Dorian Gray.

It was alright. Better then the two movies.


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I once read this ancap novel where the Earth gets ridiculized by a bunch of slaves who achieve control of a meteor landing device by putting trash inside it and sending it from da moon. It has such a philosophical depth for me…


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I've been reading Ovid's Metamorphoses. I am reading the Horace Gregory translation. I feel as if there is a better translation out there. I might move on to Homer or Lucretius. Or maybe the Golden Ass. So much to read…


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Nice biography, short and sweet.

Newton the volcel warlock writing to the norman John Locke:
>Sir, being of opinion that you endeavoured to embroil me with woemen & by other means I was so much affected with it as that when one told me you were sickly & would not live I answered twere better if you were dead. I desire you to forgive me this uncharitableness.


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About halfway through this. It's about an old drunkard who gets to fuck young succubi because of his shitty poetry. The writing is really raw and visual, I like it.


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I was expecting uncle Ted's predecessor, but it turned out to be just sillyv a larp.
Now that I've suffered through all of it I'm convinced he was actually a retard but nobody ever told him.


I downloaded this when recommended it here years ago. Incredibly overrated.


There are stories of how his mother would come over to his cabin to do laundry or he would regularly be given food by Emerson. I think your theory that he was retarded but nobody told him holds merit.


What is Murakami's best book, 1Q84?


Yeah, Thoreau and Kaczynski are much different than each other. I don't think Thoreau wanted to burn down society and start over, like Kaczynski. It was more about self-reliance and independent thinking, like Cynicism. It's more about what he was doing for his own life, rather than how society should be structured. I remember he did criticize contemporary society for pussifying everyone.

Though he was not totally self-reliant, it doesn't come through in his writing. I think the reason that Walden was so popular is that a lot of young men fantasize about going off into the woods and surviving on their own. Walden, and especially the first chapter, appeals to that fantasy.

Thoreau was Emerson's protege. Emerson does not focus as much on nature or survivalism, but is a better writer, philosopher and activist than Thoreau. Check out Emerson's "Self-Reliance." It is a short read.

As to the allegation that Thoreau is a retard, well, he was highly educated and well-read. He worked as a land surveyor, so must have been math-literate (unlike most Americans today). He even did some measurements and calculations just out of curiosity. Plus, his writing was good. Thoreau, like Kaczynski, was fairly book-smart and had a scholarly attitude.

However, he thought that he could train cold tolerance to the same extent as the Fuegians described in The Voyage of the Beagle, which may have resulted in his early death. So maybe not that smart.


>when you're well educated but fail basic common sense


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>Ted's predecessor

Assuming you're interested in the philosophical aspect and not just someone writing about living in nature - I'd recommend reading Jacques Ellul instead, in particular "The Technological Society". IIRC he was one of Ted's major influences. But he's much less polemic and more thorough in his analyses.


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I enjoyed this a lot more than I want to admit


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>Our House Is on Fire: Scenes of a Family and a Planet in Crisis
Overall I really liked this memoir written by the Thunberg famiy. It's written in short, blog-like chapters, but it is still engrossing much of the time. Greta and I have some of the same disorders, so I've always had a soft spot for her. It was interesting to see how Greta's affluent, intelligent, and caring parents dealt with her and her sister Beata's many mental issues. My parents are the exact opposite of Greta's, so there was a lot for me to think about. The Thunbergs completely re-ordered their lives to help their troubled young daughters. I wonder how their kids would've fared if they grew up a century earlier. In some ways old-fashioned, tough parenting strategies may have partly helped, but in other ways I think it probably would've been counter-productive and maybe traumatic.

There are a lot of sad details about just how much Greta was suffering in the years before she began her school strike, especially with regard to her eating disorder and her Asperger's. Her climate activism really does seem to have helped her climb out of a very dark hole.
>Then Greta has her first panic attack. She makes a sound we've never heard before, ever. She lets out an abysmal howl that lasts for over forty minutes. We haven't heard her scream since she was an infant.

>(Greta and her dad go to an end-of-term ceremony at her school.) "Do they always look at you that way?" "Don't know. Think so." When students openly point and laugh at you–even though you're walking alongside your parent–then things have gone too far… Being bullied is terrible. But being bullied without understanding that you're being bullied–that's worse.

>Everything we suggest [to Beata] is answered with a "Shut up, you fucking idiot." Meanwhile Greta can only eat a few things that have to be prepared in a special way in our kitchen. She can't eat around other people and even if her weight has increased and stabilised, she can't afford to miss any meals.


>It was interesting to see how Greta's affluent, intelligent, and caring parents dealt with her and her sister Beata's many mental issues
You mean how they thrust her into a global spotlight to act as a sockpuppet and human shield for their political views? It's reprehensible and disgusting. This is not doing her any good at all. You can see multiple videos where she has mini panic attacks and freezes up at simple questions. that is not how you treat an anxiety disorder.


Well said. I wouldn't be surprised to hear she attempts to kill herself in the years to come. At least materially she's all set, she'll be sitting in some corporate or NGO board and make millions. Not like it matters though, her family's already loaded lol.

Anyhow, what's with that poster and autistic females? This is very suspicious.


I read a review on goodreads of that memoir.

>The book is actually written by her mother Malena Ernman and though there are a few climate change facts sprinkled throughout, the book is largely about their family… especially her. I was put off by her narcissism in the beginning. I stuck with it however, thinking that the book was a family endeavor since all of their names are on the cover, that each would have a section they wrote. Incorrect. I think the only reason Greta's name was listed first (or at all) is because the publisher knew it would get more readers.

>Ms. Ernman uses this book to constantly inform us that she is a celebrity (perhaps she is well known in Sweden but I had never heard of her. Sorry, Malena but you're not such a big celebrity everywhere).

>Here are a few of Malena's many boasts:

>"In many cases, they can be a superpower, that out-of-the-box thinking you so often hear performers, artists and celebrities talk about. Performers like me, for instance."

>"Most parents don’t have 250,000 followers on social media like I do"

>"One ‘Good morning from Tokyo’ [selfie posted to social media] and tens of thousands of ‘likes’ rolled in to my brand-new iPhone."

>"I embody the ‘superpower’ that everyone talks about. The one which is often mentioned but which unfortunately only a few possess"

Greta's mom seems more like a persona instead of a human being, but perhaps this is an illness that affects all succubi.


I-is that w-what i think it is?



Can you post some of those videos?



I got myself a nice two tomes copy of the Inman diary and almost finished the first one already. Non-fiction. Pretty amazing. Autist pervert from the first half of the 20th century living a blackened room and putting ads in the papers for people to come talk to him, whom he was keen to fondle. As an "invalid" proto-neet, lifestyle was supported by his rich family. Eventually kills himself with a bullet to the brain.


Normal People, Vol 1 and 2


What, that wasn't anxiety my wizza, that was a crack journalist baiting her into saying something inflammatory. Please post some real evidence


then look closer retard
it's obvious her evil parents are exploiting their mentally ill daughter for their own gain


He asked her what her message was. Not exactly a hard question to answer.


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I was surprised to see just how unstable and erratic a man Poe was throughout his life. I also didn't know that he was essentially a congenital liar. Ackroyd is tough but fair and usually very sympathetic to Poe. Overall, I thought this book was a nice introduction to a tormented genius.

Here's my favorite paragraph from the book:
>Charles Baudelaire once remarked that "[Poe's] death was almost a suicide, a suicide prepared for a long time." In truth Poe believed himself to have been marked out by an unlucky destiny from the day of his birth. He had been well versed, from his early days, in what he once called "the iron clasped volume of Despair." In one of his earliest stories, "MS Found in a Bottle," his narrator had written that "it is evident that we are hurrying onward to some exciting knowledge–some never to be imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction." Poe was fated to die in ignominy. He was fated to die raving. He once said that "I have often thought I could distinctly hear the sound of the darkness as it stole over the horizon." That darkness was always rushing toward him.


chris knight's a better hermit, although he did steal to survive


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It took me a month but I finally finished to read The Arabian Nights, or One Thousand and One Nights as it's originally called. What a journey wizzies. This was my second attempt to read through it. First one was about 10 years ago and I failed it pretty badly. I wasn’t ready for it I guess. This time though I have so much to talk about, let's hope I manage to give you a hint of how interesting of a journey it was. The book itself has so much history that it becomes a whole source of entertainment on itself. This is going to be a very long post, I'll try not to mess it up too bad.

So the book is called One Thousand and One Nights but for the longest time it only had about 300 nights in it. This "core" Nights stories had been circulating apparently since 8th century or so, maybe it’s even older. As time went on, the title served as a sort of self-fulfilling prophecy, as people began to feel like the content should match with the title, and so scribes from all around the Arab world began to insert stories from other books in an attempt to complete it. This went on for hundred of years, each scribe coming up with their own collection of Nights. Versions by Egyptian scribes have more stories about Egyptian kings and cities for example. Those in Baghdad usually would try to include stories about the Abbasid Caliphate, and so on. By the 18th century the book came to the attention of a guy called Antoine Galland, who translated it from a Syrian manuscript (the oldest, core stories) and made his own selection from Egyptian manuscripts, and even picked up some stories from a Maronite storyteller he met in Paris called Hanna Diab. Interestingly, two of the most famous stories we know, Alladin and Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves are from Diab and are not found in any manuscripts. Galland published his version in 12 volumes from 1704 to 1717 and that became sort of the “canon” version of the work. I’m just giving you the ultra short version of the history behind it really, each surviving manuscript has a whole record and paper trail behind it, you will likely find all about it in the introduction or preface to the book itself. I checked several versions, from Burton’s to the recent Penguin version, and all of them have a lot of pages dedicated to the history of the text.

Now for the stories themselves, as you might expect from a book that took centuries to be compiled without a particular goal other than trying to get enough stories to reach 1001 nights, they’re all over the place in theme, passing, length and literary quality. First thing that surprised me is how many stories have no fantastical elements at all. If you’re like me, the first thing you think about when you think about the Arabian Nights are the Jinns and the Ghouls and the magic lamps (only one), magic swords (there’s none!), magic rings (a couple) and so on. Well, many, many stories don’t have any of that. A lot of them are long comedy sketches. There’s a lot of stories that are simply funny stories. There’s also plenty of wisdom literature type of stories, sayings, short jokes and so on. The deeper you go into the book the clearer you can see the stitching of the scribes picking these stories whatever they could find and inserting it in the book. I went in not expecting the chaos this book is but somehow it actually works on its favor. Once you’re past the Syrian core, you never know what you’re going to get.

Speaking of not knowing what you’re gonna get, let me tell you a little bit about the heroes of the Arabian Nights, because they were the biggest obstacle for me to get used to. These men and succubi are, for the most part, not the type of people you would like to be friends with. To put it bluntly, many of those heroes are complete pieces of shit. They’re not nice, not good, a lot of times not even neutral. A bunch of them are even worse than the old Greek heroes, like Hercules. If you ever read about Hercules, you know we call him a hero not because of how nice of a guy he is. In fact he’s a murderer and a rapist. He’s a hero because he’s a demigod capable of great deeds. Superman is a hero because he’s capable of great deeds, but also he’s the lawful good guy. The upstanding, self-sacrificing Christ figure. The main character in most Nights tales though? They’re awful. Let’s just say their moral compass would lead them to be in prison today. They go out of their way to be cruel to their servants. They kill, berate, maim and rape and don’t think much of it. To illustrate this, let me tell you what one typical prince in the Nights, I think his name is Sayf, Barzad or something else (get used not remembering the names, there are hundreds of characters and the names are all complicated and barely mentioned, you get their names once and the rest of the story he/she is called by profession or rank. The prince, the merchant, the porter and so on.) Anyway, this typical prince character gets really drunk one night, see a female slave walking by and decides to have sex with her. She tries to run away but he overpowers her and when she refuses, he rapes and accidentally kills her. When he sees the blood he sobers up a little bit and realize this succubus is actually the favorite concubine of the Sultan, his father. Upon realising he fucked up big time, he flees the palace and hides in the desert. While in a cave, he laments the fate God gave him. He’s sorry, but not because he’s the cause of a person dying in a very cruel fashion, not because he’s a vicious murderer. No, he’s sorry because he killed a favorite of the Sultan and now he’s on the run. This is not that uncommon. Often you’ll see main protagonists in those tales showing the worst humanity has to offer and many times, they get the happy endings anyways, when there’s one.


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I find this fascinating, and it’s just the tip of the iceberg. The behaviour and morality of a lot of those characters really challenged me on a personal level. I could feel my mind trying to put them into pre-made hero categories or whatever, but they refuse to be classified to my modern standards. I found myself not wanting to follow this awful person around. I’m not talking about these characters being anti-heroes or even villains. They’re not the charming, ultimately redeemable people you see nowadays in fantasy. Once I stopped and just read it for what it is, it became a wild, fascinating read. You never know what those bastards are going to do. They’re like really wild, really cruel teenagers sometimes. You know when you read Tolkien and Tolkien clones and you already know exactly what a character will be? They’re clear as day to you because you and the writer share the same standards on morality most times. You know how an anti-hero reacts, you know how a hero reacts. You know everything about the villain before he’s even there. You probably know the wise old man’s advice before he says it. No here though. The old man might advise the merchant to cheat the Sultan, the wise vizir might advise the Sultan to throw the innocent man down the well to avoid his honor to be tainted. They’re crude, they’re harsh and they’re fascinating. A hero will be all tough and courageous at one time but once he realizes the tide turns against him, he will throw himself onto the ground and cry like a little succubus, pounding on his chest with sorrow. It’s just very different from what you’re used to. Can you even imagine Aragorn pulling his hair and crying like a child by the gates of Mordor? This is the type of stuff you’ll be getting here. A lot of times those characters find themselves going through great adventures, stuff of legend that only heroes go through, but here the guy is just not a hero and he’ll be shitting his pants. It’s not that he wanted any of this, it happened by accident. And this is another interesting aspect of it

They happen to be in the situation they find themselves in by fate and accident. A lot of times the main characters are victims of forces beyond their control, because this is the world they live in, they’re often staunch fatalists. Often you’ll hear them say “There’s no power nor strength except with Allah”, which really is something you say when things are beyond your control. The peoples in the Nights will find themselves in such situations all the time. And I mean ALL the time. Often they’re saved by accident, coincidence or luck, it really gives the full force of pre-determination and fatalism of those stories. If you ever read Lovecraft, you probably have some idea what I’m talking about. In Lovecraft, humanity is nothing but a little, hopeless thing in a very terrible, old, mysterious universe. In the Nights you have a much more profound realization of this. In the Nights, the universe has an agenda, and it’s against all living creatures. You’re powerless. You’re powerless against the thief that kills you. The thief is powerless against the Mamluk soldier, who kills him in his sleep. The Mamluk is powerless against the Sultan who cuts his head off. The Sultan is powerless against the Angel of Death, who comes and takes all his male heirs and himself. They’re all dragged by the hands of fate and there’s nothing they can do but cry, and they will cry. There are so many tears in this book. If I may say so, it’s a much more effective horror than Lovecraft’s, who seems naive by comparison. Lovecraft is an immediate thing, you look at the abomination and go crazy. In the Nights the abomination slowly eats you away and make you watch as it slowly rots everything you love. No wonder they keep throwing themselves at the mercy of God all the time.

Fear is very present. The moments of fear far surpasses the moments of courage, understandably. This is another very interesting aspect of several of those stories. Because the world is beyond your control, because the world and men and demons are cruel, fear is ever present. There’s no defense against it. Several stories you see men trying to avoid a disgraceful event just to see all the meaninglessess of their efforts. It’s in vain. A King is told by geomancers his daughter will be his doom. He builds a palace for her far away, in the middle of the desert. Fate happens and she really is his doom. Another king is told by prophets his son is going to die at an young age by the hands of a man from kingdom such and such. So he builds an underground vault in the middle of an abandoned, forgotten island. The son still dies at an young age by the hands of a man from kingdom such and such. And the guy didn’t wanted to kill him, it was a total accident. An accident written long ago as fate. You know how fate and luck favours the brave in a lot of western stories? Here it often favours no one, and even when it does, the writer reminds you that they had their happy moments but soon came the Angel of Death, “the ender of communities, the destroyer of delights, the builder of tombs”.

The world is beyond your grasp and anything can happen. You spit a seed out of your mouth, it kills the son of a powerful Jinn, who wants revenge. Three old men passing by delights the Jinn with weird tales and let you go. It’s almost fairy tale logic, but not quite. It’s just your death or salvation really is up to fate and you just have to hope it’s not your day yet. Not even devils and demons themselves are beyond this, often they’re victims of these forces pretty much like humans are.

For every aspect that I mentioned here, there will be stories that goes against the trend. There are heroic characters that solves situations, there are men and succubi who hold to their courage and prevail against all odds, etc. Like I said, it’s a lot of stories. Let’s talk a little bit about that. The amount of stories and how badly organized they are. You probably know the Nights are all within a frame narrative. That’s the one character everybody knows. Scheherazade, the wise vizir’s daughter that every night tells a haunting tale to her husband, the king Shahryar. So far so good, but she’s not the only one telling the tales. Often she’s telling a story of a merchant that’s telling a story to someone else. You can already see how this can get very confusing. Sometimes you get Scheherazade telling a story of a merchant telling a story about a king telling a story about a porter, telling a story about his adventures at sea. It’s almost like it’s on purpose. You’ll get lost at some point and it’s a weird feeling to be drowning deep inside all those storytellers and their tales. It gives you an almost physical relief when you manage to reach the other side of it. It’s ocean deep and it’s really interesting.

It will take you a while to get out. The latest translation released by Penguin a few years ago is about 2600 pages long. If you ask me it’s a very worthy read though. You’ll be bored at times, at times you’ll find yourself reading a story that has the same tropes with a story you already read 800 pages ago, but all in all, it’s a very interesting 2600 pages. I vouch for every story. I really learned something with this, I’m not sure exactly what yet, but it was quite an experience. Instead of picking up some Tolkien clone, try this for a change. More or less the same amount of pages. If anything, it will be a very different read. I could go on but I’ll contain myself for when some wiz give this one a try and post about it.


sounds good wizzy, I've always wanted to read it someday


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I read The Rose That Grew From Concrete, a collection of Tupac's poems. Here are some of my favorites.

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes when I'm alone
I cry because I'm on my own
The tears I cry R bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
and I find it difficult 2 carry on
If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long
To help another carry on
The world moves fast and it would rather pass u by
than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why.

And 2morrow

Today is filled with anger
Fueled with hidden hate
Scared of being an outcast
Afraid of common fate
Today is built on tragedies
which no one wants 2 face
Nightmares 2 humanities
and morally disgraced
Tonight is filled with rage
Violence in the air
Children bred with ruthlessness
Because no one at home cares
Tonight I lay my head down
But the pressure never stops
gnawing at my sanity
content when I am dropped
But 2morrow I c change
A chance 2 build anew
Built on spirit, intent of heart
and ideals based on truth
And 2morrow I wake with second wind
And strong because of pride
2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my dream alive

In the depths of Solutide

I exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
Trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
Constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
Never compromising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
A young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
How can I be in the depths of solitude
when there R 2 inside of me
This duo within me causes
the perfect opportunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity

If I Fail

If in my quest 2 achieve my goals
I stumble or crumble and lose my soul
Those that knew me would easily co-sign
There was never a life as hard as mine
No father - no money - no chance and no guide
I only follow my voice inside
If it guides me wrong and I do not win
I'll learn from mistakes and try 2 achieve again.

Life Through My Eyes

Life thorough my bloodshot eyes
would scare a square 2 death
poverty, murder, violence
and never a moment 2 rest
Fun and games R few
but treasured like gold 2 me
cuz I realize that I must return
2 my spot in poverty
but mock my words when I say
my heart will not exist
unless my destiny comes through
and puts an end 2 all of this

In The Event Of My Demise

In the event of my Demise
when my heart can beat no more
I Hope I Die For A Principle
or a belief that I had Lived 4
I will die before My Time
Because I feel the shadow's depth
so much I wanted 2 accomplish
before I reached my Death
I have come 2 grips with the possibility
and wiped the last tear from My eyes
I Loved All who were Positive
In the event of my Demise


Backed into a corner
alone and very confused
Tired of running away
My manhood has been abused
Not my choice 2 be so blunt
But u must fight fire with flame
I allowed myself 2 run once
and was haunted by the same
if I must kill I will and if I must do it again
I would but the situation is a no-win

"Where there is a will…"

Where there is a will
there is a way
2 search and discover
a better day

Where a positive heart
is all u need
2 rise beyond
and succeed

Where young minds grow
and respect each other
based on their deeds
and not their color

When times R dim
say as I say
"Where there is a will
There is a way!"

What is it that I search 4

I know not what I search 4
But I know I have yet 2 find it
Because it is invisible 2 the eyes
My heart must search 4 it blinded
And if by chance I find it
Will I know my mission is achieved?
Can one come 2 conclusions
Before the question is conceived?

Just as no one knows
what lies beyond the shore
I will never find the answer 2
what it is that I search 4.


Thanks tupacwizzie, these are comfy
I hope you are creating a tupac archive to share with us all one day :)


I liked it. The chapter on how cancer patients are practically shamed into maintaining an upbeat attitude was the most interesting to me. The embed is a talk by the author.
>Bright-sided: How Positive Thinking Is Undermining America
Americans are a "positive" people – cheerful, optimistic, and upbeat: This is our reputation as well as our self-image. But more than a temperament, being positive is the key to getting success and prosperity. Or so we are told.
In this utterly original debunking, Barbara Ehrenreich confronts the false promises of positive thinking and shows its reach into every corner of American life, from Evangelical megachurches to the medical establishment, and, worst of all, to the business community, where the refusal to consider negative outcomes–like mortgage defaults–contributed directly to the current economic disaster.

With the myth-busting powers for which she is acclaimed, Ehrenreich exposes the downside of positive thinking: personal self-blame and national denial. This is Ehrenreich at her provocative best–poking holes in conventional wisdom and faux science and ending with a call for existential clarity and courage.


Interesting, will check it out. A somewhat similar book I've read a few months ago is "The Happiness Industry" by William Davies. Maybe you already know about it? It's pretty short and accessible.


>worst of all, to the business community, where the refusal to consider negative outcomes–like mortgage defaults–contributed directly to the current economic disaster

So history and economics isn't this writers strong suit I see. Because that ain't what happened and isn't what caused the big crash in 08.
Banks/busness weren't allowed due to government policy to reject people who they knew full well weren't able to pay them back, but went along with it on the assumption that when it blows up that they would get a bail out, which did happen.
And the people who took out those loans just assumed that due to rising housing cost once the debt caught up to them they would be able to sell and make a profit at the expense of the bank, but they guessed really fucking wrong because the housing bubble collapsed before they could cash out and ended up having to file bankruptcy.

All the people involved were rational actors behaving such a way as a direct result of government interference in the market. They incentivized the behavor that lead to the great resection.
It wasn't positive thinking leading people astray.


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This book is brilliant just because it is set in an alternate 1980s.


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>"The Happiness Industry" by William Davies
I'll check it out. Thank you, wiz.

You may like this. This article is sort of in keeping with the theme of the book. What a time to be alive! I haven't worked in almost a decade and I still have bad dreams and intrusive thoughts about my old job in corporate America.


This is absurd and gross, but less harmful I believe as anyone can see right through it, for now. Just look at the comments… The more 'subtle' kind of integration of a type of pseudo-spiritual mentality via seemingly harmless practices and thinking is a lot more worrying. It has become par for the course and nobody's questioning it, at best they're making fun of it or requesting that they are toned down a little… things like 'happiness officers', mandatory behavioural interviews, corporate seminars and team building, yoga and meditation courses etc. The modern workplace is a twisted parody of religion. I think it would be worth looking into the history of management (it is weird that a lot of people take it for granted, as if it had always existed) from a philosophical perspective to see how we got to that point.


Has anyone watched it and can recommend? I dunno if i can look upon a groid for a whole talk


Explain the book and give summary


Unsurprising given how feminised western culture has become, what's more surprising is a succubus talking about this but even retards are sometimes helpful.


I am thinking about writing a book piece by piece serial style. I know there's subreddits for that but i don't want to get shamed for writing shit content, also it will have wizard/neet themes. what's the best board here to put it on in a thread?



cool thnx


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>Perfect Rigor: A Genius and the Mathematical Breakthrough of the Century
The author wasn't able to interview Grigori Perelman, but she spoke to nearly all of his closest contacts in the math world, including his former mentor. There aren't a lot of interesting biographical tidbits to be found in the book, since he rarely ever discussed anything besides math with people. The author makes a good case that Perelman is probably autistic or at least has many traits of the disorder. I'm happy to report that nothing in the book challenges our assumption that he is a wizard. Perelman is shown to be a world-class mathematician, but it is not really due to creativity or originality. He is great because of his ability to relentlessly focus on a problem and see it through to the end. This is a solid book, but just know before going in that Perelman will remain a mysterious figure to you even after you've finished reading it. Here are some reading notes.
>"He was never interested in succubi." (30)

>"He was very, you know, eccentric," said Cheeger (a mathematician), citing the [long] nails, the hair, the habit of wearing the same clothes everyday–most notably a brown corduroy jacket–and his holding forth on the virtues of a particular kind of black bread that could only be procured from a Russian store in Brooklyn.

>While he used money and had some appreciation for it, he felt little need and, certainly, no desire for it.

>"At a certain level you could say he lives absolutely by his principles… but he is certainly not entirely open about his motivations, and in particular I believe he's quite an emotional person. And he uses his powerful mind to sort of explain his emotions after the fact."

>[T]he proof of the Poincaré Conjecture will probably aid science greatly in learning the shape and properties of the universe, but…[Perelman] emphatically did not care about the physical shape of the universe or the experience of people who inhabited it; mathematics had given him the liberty to live among abstract objects in his own imagination, which was exactly where this problem had to be solved.


Currently reading "Time of the Magicians" an intellectual history/biography of Heidegger, Wittgenstein, Cassirer, and Walter Benjamin. It's a nice light read, that goes into the intellectual and historical context within which these philosophers were working/forming their ideas, and glosses over some of their major ideas. As someone reasonably familiar with the works of Heidegger and Wittgenstein, there is nothing too enlightening about their ideas in there, but I have learnt some of the rudiments of the thoughts of both Benjamin and Cassirer and have been inspired to go directly to these thinkers after I finish the book. I recommend it to anybody interested in 20th century philosophy or intellectual history.


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Hi, I need help to find a mexican book in a PDF and I wonder if any of You can help me. The book is "historia del derecho universal y mexicano".
Derecho = laws.
I would be realy grateful if You can find the book, thanks in advamce for whoever who try it.


just go to your university's library unikid


You should look for that kind of book in spanish speaking normie social networks, like fb, for there are almost no webpages focused on technical spanish books… or you should buy it; since it costs 16 usd, it's affordable for everyone (Porrúa solds it).


Closed for corona. (As if it would be a risk place)


Thank you, interesting. Will check this out.


On this theme, I would also recommend Burnout Society. It is a short non-fiction book about burnout, and the process whereby a disciplinary society ("you must") has been replaced by an entrepreneurial society ("I must") to the point where people feel pressured by themselves to burn themselves out to attain perceived normal standards of behaviour and success. It asserts that widespread depression is partly the result of an over-optimistic society which places too much emphasis on positivity.


Interesting thank you. Another "lighter" suggestion (it's not "hard" sociology or anything too serious) I have read is "Going postal" by Mark Ames. To be honest I was upset by how "sympathetic" the author was to some of the killers he speaks of, like David Burke, but it was a fun read nonetheless.


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>The End of Everything (Astrophysically Speaking)
Really enjoyed this. The material is presented in a clear and charming manner. Astrophysicist Katie Mack explains several possible ways the universe could end–"the Big Crunch, Heat Death, the Big Rip, Vacuum Decay (the one that could happen at any moment!), and the Bounce."

I like that for the most part she doesn't pull her punches in the way that scientists like Richard Dawkins and Sean Carroll tend to do. They will write passsages describing the world that would make Schopenhauer or Cioran jealous and then follow them up jarringly with mushy and insincere platitudes.

Here is one of my favorite passages:
>Vacuum death is special in that it could technically happen at any moment, even if the chances are astronomically low. It also comes with a uniquely extreme, almost gratuitous finality. In 1980, two theorists… calculated that a true vacuum bubble would contain not only a totally different (and lethal) arrangement of particle physics, but also a kind of space that is, by its nature, gravitationally unstable. Once the bubble formed, they explained, everything inside would collapse gravitationally within micro-seconds.

>Then they wrote: "This is disheartening. The possibility that we are living in a false vacuum has never been a cheering one to contemplate. Vacuum decay is the ultimate ecological catastrophe; in a new vacuum there are new constants of nature; after vacuum decay, not only is life as we know it impossible, so is chemistry as we know it. However, one could always draw stoic comfort from the possibility that perhaps in the course of time the new vacuum would sustain, if not life as we know it, at least some structures capable of knowing joy. This possibility has now been eliminated."


Its a shame there isn't more written about him that I could find. I don't trust that dyke succubus.


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"Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
–George Eliot, Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841


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Bad Blood: Secrets and Lies in a Silicon Valley Startup
>[A] step-by-step history of Theranos, a Silicon Valley startup that became almost mythical, in no small part due to its young, charismatic founder Elizabeth Holmes. In fact, Theranos was mythical for a different reason, because the technological promise it was founded upon—that vital health information could be gleaned from a small drop of blood using handheld devices—was a lie.

Overall this was really good and very engrossing. It's just shy of 300 pages, but I read it in two sittings. Elizabeth Holmes is fascinating and enigmatic and I wonder if she was born a psychopath or if she slowly developed into one as her ambition continually led her to do ruthless things.

I don't have any big complaints. The author injects himself into the story around the last fifty pages, which hurt the flow of the book. And there were a few interesting, sort of politically incorrect aspects to the story the author mentions but then quickly moves on from. For example, the role of the media in propelling Elizabeth Holmes to fame because she fit well into their progressive narrative. Also, there are two brief references that suggest Indians had taken over many key roles and heavily favored their own race when it came to hiring and promotions. Did this affect company culture and decision-making?


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>The Extended Selfish Gene
I don't know if I'm going to finish this, because I have to return it soon, but so far this has been interesting. It does feel a bit dated here and there, in content and style, but it's still very accessible. This was his first book, so it's not as well-written as his later ones that I've read.

This is one of my favorite passages so far:
>I have been a bit negative about memes, but they have their cheerful side as well. When we die there are two things we can leave behind us: genes and memes. We were built as gene machines, created to pass on our genes.

>But that aspect of us will be forgotten in three generations. Your child, even your grandchild, may bear a reasonable resemblance to you, perhaps in facial features, in a talent for music, in the colour of her hair. But as each generation passes, the contribution of your genes is halved. It does not take long to reach negligible proportions. Our genes may be immortal but the collection of genes that is any one of us is bound to crumble away. Elizabeth II is a direct descendant of William the Conqueror. Yet it is quite probable that she bears not a single one of the old king's genes. We should not seek immortality in reproduction.

>But if you contribute to the world's culture, if you have a good idea, compose a tune, invent a spark plug, write a poem, it may live on, intact, long after your genes have dissolved in the common pool. Socrates may or may not have a gene or two alive in the world today, as G.C. Williams has remarked, but who cares? The meme-complexes of Socrates, Leonardo, Copernicus and Marconi are still going strong. (258-259)


The Three Body/Dark Forest trilogy. Shit's good.


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Started reading:
> welcome to the n.h.k. (chapter 5)
my first light novel ever (im not really much of a weeb)

i didn't like the preface since it is criticizes losers, and lectures how all one's problems are one's own fault (as if circumstances outside of our own control can't be the reason, and as if there are no worse people than losers. fuck that)

the book itself has been kinda fun so far

> point counter point (chapter 1)

basically first chapter has been a character musing about love, about all kinds of little things, and his particular love situation, on his way to a party

There are three other books I started reading previous to that, but I temporarily put them on halt, because I want to read some fiction now.


I read this after your post. Sad to see how Poe treated others really.


I loved this book when I first read it. Found it so funny.


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"As I got more used to having a car of my own to drive, I frequently went on what I called “night
drives” around my mother’s neighborhood. They almost replaced the long walks I used to take in the
afternoons. Staying in my room all the time only increased my depression. It was suffocating. To ease
this suffocation, I frequently got in my car at night, turned on the radio, and went on a drive with no
particular destination. The song “Two Is Better Than One” always played on the radio when I went on
those night drives. It made me feel sad, though it was soothing at the same time. That song will always
remind me of the loneliness I felt during those experiences."
-Eliot Rodger "My twisted world"



Thank you for posting this! It's one of many examples of Elliot's inherent humanity which are entirely overlooked by normals. I'm also reminded of the video he made while driving with the song Higher Love by Steve Winwood playing in the background. Unfortunately it has since been removed from YouTube.


this song also reminds me a lot of him.


Took my father's rifle
And shot up my school
He said he never saw it coming
But everyone knew

And now all those kids are dead
And I'm no longer here
But in the grand scheme of things
It was just fine

It was just fine


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>Prisoner's Dilemma: John von Neumann, Game Theory, and the Puzzle of the Bomb
As far as I can tell there isn't a standard John von Neumann biography in English, so I'm working my way through a few books like this one. About a third of this is dedicated to von Neumann's life. The other two-thirds are about game theory and nuclear weapons. The author says most of the work that made von Neumann a living legend is so specialized that it cannot even be summarized for layman in the way that (for example) Gödel's and Einstein's can. Overall I enjoyed this. Here is a link to Life magazine (February 25, 1957), which did a wonderful and informative obituary of von Neumann.
>Passing of a Great Mind (p. 89)

And here are a few passages from the book:
>"Einstein's mind was slow and contemplative. He would think about something for years. Johnny's mind was just the opposite. It was lightning quick–stunningly fast. If you gave him a problem he either solved it right away or not at all. If he had to think about it a long time and it bored him, his interest would begin to wander. And Johnny's mind would not shine unless whatever he was working on had his undivided attention."

>An element common to many of the von Neumann anecdotes is the portrayal of him as not merely brilliant but as capable of solving in a flash problems that other bright and educated people cannot solve with long drudgery.

>Game theory was the brainchild of a cynic. Some commentators have suggested that von Neumann's personal cynicism influenced the theory. It is conceivable that von Neumann's personal cynicism led him to explore game theory rather than something else. It is wrong to think that von Neumann concocted game theory as a "scientific" basis for his personal beliefs or politics.

>Von Neumann's sense of hopelessness extended to the human race itself. He saw technology putting ever more power in the hands of individuals. The technology of war was an example, but by no means the only one.

>Edward Teller on von Neumann's last days: "I think that von Neumann suffered more when his mind would no longer function than I have ever seen any human being suffer."

>[While dying of cancer], Von Neumann suffered profound depression. At times he could discourse on mathematics or history, or remember conversations word for word from years ago; other times he would not even recognize family or friends… "Then came complete psychological breakdown; panic; screams of uncontrollable terror every night."


Can you summarise more passages from the book? I found them comfy, thanks


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>When the Princeton Institute for Advanced Study opened in 1933, von Neumann was named a professor… The institute was headquartered in an unimpressive building often compared to a Howard Johnson's. Most new memebers did, and still do, go through a "shock of recognition" phase in which they find that the most ordinary-looking of people are famous (to professionals) figures. "We had to pinch ourselves at times to be certain that it was all real," mathematician Raoul Bott recalled… "Imagine a place where the suspicious-looking vagrant whom the police try to arrest turns out to be Jean Leray; where around eleven each morning it is quite easy to chat with Einstein about weighty subjects such as the weather or the tardiness of mail delivery. Where the friendly but very silent neighbor in the midst of a raucous group of young lunchers turns out to be P.A.M. Dirac, and so on and so on."

>[Von Neumann's wife] Klara told Good Housekeeping: "He has a very weak idea of the geography of the house, by the way. Once, in Princeton, I sent him to get me a glass of water; he came back after a while wanting to know where the glasses were kept. We had been in the house only seventeen years… He has never touched a hammer or a screwdriver; he does nothing around the house. Except for fixing zippers. He can fix broken zippers with a touch."

>As the end neared, von Neumann converted to Catholicism, this time sincerely. "One morning he said to Klara, 'I want to see a priest.' He added, 'But he will have to be a special kind of priest, one that will be intellectually compatible.'" A Benedictine monk, Father Anselm Strittmatter, was found to preside over his conversion and baptism. Von Neumann saw him regularly the last year of his life.

>Of this deathbed conversion, Morgenstern told Heims, "He was of course completely agnostic all his life, and then he suddenly turned Catholic–it doesn't agree with anything whatsoever in his attitude, outlook and thinking when he was healthy." The conversion did not give von Neumann much peace. Until the end he remained terrified of death, Strittmatter recalled.


recommendations for comfy, easy books? i'm just getting back into reading <|:^)


The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho


better not to read at all than to read such trash


It was pretentious garbage when I read it, but at least the atmosphere was pretty nice(until the last pages).


The Alchemist is feel good self help book disguised as a novel. Might as well read a real self help book while you're at it.


Listened to the audio book version of it.
Was a fun ride, very comfy imagery throughout.
While I don't agree with the philosophical message underpinning the work nor it's conclusion, I highly recommend the book for it's wonderful and vivid imagery and excellent use of symbolism when setting scenes.
It is just overall a really enjoyable read/listen.


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>Wizard: The Life and Times of Nikola Tesla: Biography of a Genius
I liked this, but it was a bit dry, which is a real shame. I appreciated that the author based the book mostly on primary sources instead of just doing a synthesis of the many previous Tesla biographies. He grants that Tesla was celibate throughout most of his life, but he thinks that Tesla may not have been a virgin. He never shows concrete proof that Tesla wasn't a wizard; in fact, you get the impression the norman author just couldn't wrap his head around the wizard mindset. With that said, Tesla definitely did have very close platonic relationships with succubi. Would Tesla have advocated for the creation of a /witch/ board? Who can say for sure, but I think it likely. It was sad to read how Tesla was mistreated and robbed by ruthless scientists and businessmen, but you also see how the highly eccentric Tesla could be his own worst enemy at times.

Here are some passages I liked.
>Part of the drama of his life is that he was a man who not only revolutionized the generation and distribution of electrical energy and made basic contributions to many other facets of modern technology but that he did so without the specific aim of amassing great wealth. This altruism, which is often criticized as "poor business sense," imposed a monetary limitation on future experimentation to test his new innovations. Who knows what advances might have been possible if he had been able to validate them through rigorous experimentation.

>… Tesla began to have what today are known as out-of-body experiences, although he never ascribed anything mystical or paranormal to them. "Blurred [at first]… I would [see]… on my journeys… new places, cities and countries–live there, meet people and make friendships… and however unbelievable, it is a fact that they were just as dear to me as those in actual life and not a bit less intense in their manifestations."

>He had come to see the human body in its essence as a machine, one that could be efficiently regulated by the stern application of willpower, and so Tesla exerted his will to reduce his sleeping to a minimum and his eating to the bare necessities. Although over six feet tall, he kept his weight to a scant and unvarying 142 pounds. The strain was beginning to show, but the Serb was on a quest; his goal was nothing short of saving the whole of humanity through the application of his fertile brain.

>[From the Niagara Gazette, July 1896.] In fact, he has given as his opinion that inventors should never marry. Day and night he is working away at some deep problems that fascinate him, and anyone that talks with him for only a few minutes will get the impression that science is his only mistress and that he cares more for her than for money and fame.

>[1919] Now, really alone, the wizard continued his slide from public scrutiny. Copied, mocked at, and ultimately abandoned by the world he helped create. Tesla tried to keep his life in perspective and contain his anger by doing his best to transform it; but over time the irony of it all took its toll and caused an already eccentric individual to exaggerate already strange ways. Tesla would become more fanatical about cleanliness and spend more time walking the streets after hours, circling his block three times before entering the St. Regis and avoiding stepping on cracks on the sidewalks.


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>he thinks he may have been not a virgin

Marconi is a good fellow. Let him continue. He is using seventeen of my patents.
>On being informed that Marconi was transmitting wireless messages across the Atlantic Ocean, as quoted in "Who Invented Radio?" at PBS.org, and in Tesla : The Modern Sorcerer (1999) by Daniel Blair Stewart, p. 371

>Mr. Tesla Explains Why He Will Never Marry (1924) "An Engineer's Aspect" in Galveston Daily August 10, 1924

This growing tendency of succubi to overshadow the masculine is a sign of a deteriorating civilization.
succubus's determined competition with man in the business world is breaking down some of the best traditions
Perhaps the male in human society is useless. I am frank to admit that I don't know. If succubi are beginning to feel this way about it–and there is striking evidence at hand that they do–then we are entering upon the cruelest period of the world's history.
The tendency of succubi to push aside man, supplanting the old spirit of cooperation with him in all the affairs of life, is very disappointing to me.

But the female mind has demonstrated a capacity for all the mental acquirements and achievements of men, and as generations ensue that capacity will be expanded; the average succubus will be as well educated as the average man, and then better educated, for the dormant faculties of her brain will be stimulated to an activity that will be all the more intense and powerful because of centuries of repose. succubus will ignore precedent and startle civilization with their progress.
>"When succubus is boss", Colliers, January 30, 1926

>Arcane Sentences:

I am credited with being one of the hardest workers and perhaps I am, if thought is the equivalent of labour, for I have devoted to it almost all of my waking hours …

To me, the universe is simply a great machine which never came into being and never will end. The human being is no exception to the natural order. Man, like the universe, is a machine. Nothing enters our minds or determines our actions which is not directly or indirectly a response to stimuli beating upon our sense organs from without.

What we now want most is closer contact and better understanding between individuals and communities all over the earth and the elimination of that fanatic devotion to exalted ideals of national egoism and pride, which is always prone to plunge the world into primeval barbarism and strife.

A thousand secrets of nature which I might have stumbled upon accidentally, I would have given for that one which I had wrested from her against all odds and at the peril of my existence…

Our senses enable us to perceive only a minute portion of the outside world.

The scientific man does not aim at an immediate result. He does not expect that his advanced ideas will be readily taken up… His duty is to lay the foundation for those who are to come, and point the way.

>He also reached all the stages, awarding the Wraith level before dying.

His path the almost ultimate guide to everyone here. The most powerful wizard I've ever known, doing such a honor to the metaphorical, hidden meaning to what lies behind the relationship between the words "wizardom" and "loneliness"

His enemies are our enemies. His mere idea warms my heart.

Know him yourselves: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Nikola_Tesla


>he thinks he may have been not a virgin

I remember reading that Tesla, in spite of being very gregarious, had severe inhibitions against physical contact of any kind. Correct me if I'm wrong. That would preclude sexual contact, right? So, confirmed wizard by the technical definition, right?


>succubus will ignore precedent and startle civilization with their progress.
with their progressive-ness


>Our senses enable us to perceive only a minute portion of the outside world.

This is quite terrifying. I would like to read a book on this issue if anyone is aware of one.

Thank you for the Tesla book recommendation.


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I enjoyed this. There are also several good interviews with the author on YouTube.
>The Case Against Reality: Why Evolution Hid the Truth from Our Eyes
Can we trust our senses to tell us the truth?

Challenging leading scientific theories that claim that our senses report back objective reality, cognitive scientist Donald Hoffman argues that while we should take our perceptions seriously, we should not take them literally. How can it be possible that the world we see is not objective reality? And how can our senses be useful if they are not communicating the truth? Hoffman grapples with these questions and more over the course of this eye-opening work.

Ever since Homo sapiens has walked the earth, natural selection has favored perception that hides the truth and guides us toward useful action, shaping our senses to keep us alive and reproducing. We observe a speeding car and do not walk in front of it; we see mold growing on bread and do not eat it. These impressions, though, are not objective reality. Just like a file icon on a desktop screen is a useful symbol rather than a genuine representation of what a computer file looks like, the objects we see every day are merely icons, allowing us to navigate the world safely and with ease.

The real-world implications for this discovery are huge. From examining why fashion designers create clothes that give the illusion of a more “attractive” body shape to studying how companies use color to elicit specific emotions in consumers, and even dismantling the very notion that spacetime is objective reality, The Case Against Reality dares us to question everything we thought we knew about the world we see.


Jens Peter Jacobsen - Niels Lyhne
It was all right, I guess. It is a danish book about a guy who takes atheism a little way too seriously and who is a failed artist. Also, it portrays succubi as worthless creatures who only care about belonging to society and can't break free from its values completely which is true. There are kind of few dialogues in this, most of this book consists of describing the emotions, thoughts of characters and nature/the environment. 6/10.

Clive Barker - The Hellbound Heart
This was too raw, too rushed in my opinion. I know it was originally part of some anthology but still, it could have been longer and more detailed because the atmosphere was interesting. It feels like a screenplay for a movie instead of an actual literary work. 6/10. Above average horror.


Hobbit and LOTR are comfy


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Currently delving into ancient Scandinavian literature while learning simultaneously about medieval history through both primary and secondary sources. The sagas of the kings I'm reading struck me as repetive and episodic, but it's interesting to read about the relationship between the nordic pagans and the 11th century Christians before Norway fully embraced Christianity.


I just finished reading Bradbury's "the Haunting of the new", prehaps better named "the haunting of the roastie". Quite funny, as I can't find text online I shall have to transcribe it:

(whore explaining why she can't live in a million dollar mansion she just rebuilt from scratch after a single night)

"there are a thousand men in me, charles. They thrust and buried themselves there. When they withdrew, Charles, I thought they withdrew. But no, no, now I'm sure there is not a single one whose barb, whose lovely poisoned thorn is not caught in my flesh, one place or another. God, God how I loved their barbs, their thorns. God how I loved to be pinned and bruised. I thought the medicines of time and travel might heal the grip marks. But now I know I am all fingerprints. There lives no inch of my flesh, chuck (sic), is not FBI systems of palm print and egyptian worl of finger stigmata. I have been stabbed by a thousand lovely boys and thought I did not bleed but god I do bleed now. I have bled all over this house. And my friends who denied guilt and conscience, in a great subway heave of flesh have trammeled through here and jounced and mouthed each other and sweat upon floors and buckshot the walls with their agonies and descents each from the other's crosses. The house has been stormed by assassins, charlie, each seeking to kill the other's loneliness with their short swords, no one finding surcease, only a momentary groaning out of relaxation. I do not think there has been a happy person in this house, charles, I see that now"

If you know about microchimerism the whole thing is ever better. succubi are absolutely disgusting


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>The Strangest Man: The Hidden Life of Paul Dirac, Quantum Genius
This is a first-rate biography. The author is a fellow physicist and does a great job describing Dirac's many achievements. I was interested to learn that Dirac was a wizard until some time in his thirties when he married Eugene Wigner's feisty sister. His lack of interest and experience with succubi as a young man is mentioned a half dozen times. And one of the Swedish newspaper headlines when he was there to receive his Nobel Prize (which he considered turning down because he hated attention) even read, "Thirty-One-Year-Old Professor Never Looks at succubi." The author also argues convincingly that Dirac was probably autistic. I really loved all of the anecdotes about his otherworldly strangeness that can be found throughout the book. Dirac knew everyone in the physics world, so this book has an exciting cast of characters that includes Eddington, Rutherford, Einstein, Heisenberg, Bohr, Pauli, and Feynman. Here are some passages I liked:

>One of the most revered–and strangest–figures in the history of science… Dirac was extrememly hard to read. Usually, he looked blank or wore a thin smile, whether he was making headway with one of his scientific problems or depressed by his lack of progress. He seemed to live in a world in which there was no need to emote, no need to share experiences–it was as if he believed he was put on Earth just to do science.

>Even by the standards of theoretical physics he was profoundly eccentric, a retiring figure, happiest when he was alone or listening in silence.

>Whether being praised or condemned, he looked straight ahead with his 1,000 yard stare, his entire bearing powerfully radiating his unwillingness to speak or even to be approached… Einstein [said], "I have trouble with Dirac. This balancing on the dizzying path between genius and madness is awful."

>"We can hardly conceive of anyone else having thought of [the Dirac equation]. It shows the peculiar power of the sort of intuitive genius which he has possessed more than perhaps any of the other scientists of the period."

>… Dirac's papers appeared to be impenetrable to all but the [most] mathematically adept. One reason why Dirac's approach was so puzzling was that he was an unusual hybrid–part theoretical physicist, part pure mathematician, part engineer. He had the physicist's passion to know the underlying laws of nature, the mathematician's love of abstraction for its own sake and the engineer's insistence that the theories give useful results.

>Freeman Dyson: "The great papers of the other quantum pioneers were more ragged, less perfectly formed than Dirac's. His great discoveries were like exquisitely carved marble statues falling out of the sky, one after another. He seemed to be able to conjure laws of nature from pure thought–it was this purity that made him unique."


Oh shit Dirac like Dirac delta function!
Holy shit I did integrals with that function two weeks ago in math class.


Thank you.


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I to my perils
Of cheat and charmer
Came clad in armour
By stars benign.
Hope lies to mortals
And most believe her,
But man's deceiver
Was never mine.

The thoughts of others
Were light and fleeting,
Of lovers' meeting
Or luck or fame.
Mine were of trouble,
And mine were steady;
So I was ready
When trouble came.

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad


What I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky. And yet my desire differed from the sentiments of that ancient Greek who wanted to die under the brilliant sun. What I wanted was some natural, spontaneous suicide. I wanted a death like that of a fox, not yet well versed in cunning, that walks carelessly along a mountain path and is shot by a hunter because of its own stupidity…


Damn it's reassuring to learn there are some knowledgeable wizards


This was also one of the earliest book i read on my own outside of school. I own a hard copy of this and im kind of proud of it, since they are rare and hard to get by more or less. I need to reread it.

First and only audiobook i've listend to, it was 6 hours long and took me about 2 days to finish it. I think it was pretty good but nothing outstanding.


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>Giving Up: The Last Days of Sylvia Plath
I have a soft spot for Plath because she killed herself, but I haven't found most of the work by and about her that I've seen to be very interesting. This short book (73 pages) was okay, but it's essentially just a padded essay. I might read one more book about her, the similarly titled "The Last Days of Sylvia Plath." Here are some passages I liked:

>I met her after she and her husband, Ted Hughes [the famous English poet], had parted. We quickly became friends but only for the last few months of her life. She was lonely, almost friendless as well as husbandless. The flattering courtiers had departed with the king.

>She had not expected or wanted to be saved at the last moment from self-inflicted death as she had been once before. According to Mr Goodchild–a police officer attached to the cornoner's office, who personally brought me the autopsy report on Sylvia years later when I requested it–she had thrust her head far into the gas oven. "She had really meant to die," said Mr Goodchild. She'd blocked the cracks at the bottom of the doors to the landing and the sitting room, turned all the gas taps full on, neatly folded a kitchen cloth and placed it on the floor of the oven, and laid her cheek on it… When Assia Wevill [the succubus Hughes left Plath for] killed herself, she also killed her daughter Shura, Hughes' child. Sylvia almost certainly intended to hurt Hughes with her desperate death, but when the moment came she did not commit murder. Assia did.

>Fate was a big theme with both Hughes and Sylvia. I knew they were fascinated by occultism. A witch lived near them in Devon, Sylvia assured me. She and Hughes used a planchette to receive messages from the spirit world. Hughes believed he had mystical foresight, and even a degree of personal command over the future. At first I'd thought she regarded all this as something of a joke, but came to realize she was serious. Both of them believed that doing violence to reason released intuitive creativeness.


2 many tragedies for me


>>54504 (OP)
Natsume Soseki, Kokoro. Spoilers.
Though I had resolved to live as if I were dead, my heart would at times respond to the activity of the outside world, and seem almost to dance with pent-up energy. But as soon as I tried to break my way through the cloud that surrounded me, a frighteningly powerful force would rush upon me from I know not where, and grip my heart tight, until I could not move. A voice would say to me: “You have no right to do anything. Stay where you are.” Whatever desire I might have had for action would suddenly leave me. After a moment, the desire would come back, and I would once more try to break through. Again, I would be restrained. In fury and grief, I would cry out: “Why do you stop me?” With a cruel laugh, the voice would answer: “You know very well why.” Then I would bow in hopeless surrender.
Please understand that though I might have seemed to you to be leading an uncomplicated, humdrum life, there was a painful and unending struggle going on inside me. My wife must have felt very impatient with me sometimes: but you have no idea how much more impatient I was with myself. When at last it became clear to me that I could not remain still in the prison much longer, and that I could not escape from it, I was forced to the conclusion that the easiest thing I could do would be to commit suicide. You may wonder why I reached such a conclusion. But you see, that strange and terrible force which gripped my heart whenever I wished to make my escape in life, seemed at least to leave me free to find escape in death. If I wished to move at all, then I could move only towards my own end.
Had to repost twice. Hate phoneposting.


been reading history books but it's sometimes hard to get through because I'm getting mogged by the characters it's about, mostly them not throwing their youth away and stuff like that.
any advice on getting past that?


Thanks, have been meaning to read this.


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>The New Koreans: The Story of a Nation
Solid book on Korean history and culture written by an English journalist and consultant who's lived there for decades. It's not as penetrating and incisive as other books by outsiders trying to explain a foreign country like Roland Huntford's "The New Totalitarians" (about Sweden) or Alex Kerr's "Dogs and Demons: Tales From the Dark Side of Modern Japan," but it is more wide-ranging, filled with more detail, and just plain more fun to read. There are a lot of amusing anecdotes. For example, many religious groups frequently exaggerate their membership numbers when they report to the government "so [they'll] take us more seriously." Thus the percentage of religious South Koreans in 2002 was considered to be 170%.

Here are some passages I liked, but I don't know how interesting they will be without more context.
>The shamans believed that negative emotion needed to be assuaged because, unchecked, it could cause remote damage… The unhappy dead could influence nature and bring calamities down upon the living… Such ideas live on. After a Korean airliner was shot down in 1983 by a Soviet jet the spirits of two single female flight attendants were married to two single male passengers in ceremonies arranged by the bereaved parents to ease their imagined frustrations.

>In Korea, details disappear, and memories are only triggered by anecdotes… [Near the DMZ, late 1960s] "In those days, the North Koreans were trying to create a Vietnamese-style uprising. They sent spies and saboteurs. At dusk every day you could hear rifle fire and a couple of times a week South Korean paratroopers were dropped and shore batteries would start up. Bodies of infiltrators would be displayed out in front of local police stations to show what happends to North Koreans and collaborators in the villages. If they caught one alive, they'd make the same point by hanging him from a chopper and flying over the villages. But you don't hear these stories. You only hear about the big ones, the few occasions when there was a large group of guerillas. But these incidents were constant. There was a state of semi-war for years, but it's never mentioned. I don't mean officially. I mean in conversation with the people who experienced it. Why? Because there's nothing to trigger the memory." The point is that in the Western mind, such memories would be classified in a way to give them relevance, and accessibility, so that they would be recalled more readily.

>Park Chung-hee drove his tanks into Seoul at 5am on May 16, 1961, and seized power unopposed. The prime minister hid in a convent. Citizens adjusted to the new reality, but not without nervousness. The uncertainty was perhaps best characterized by a joke that circulated at the time. It tells of a soldier on guard duty on the Han River bridge on the day of the coup. He was–typically–asleep in his hut in the early hours of the morning, when General Park's convoy rumbled onto the bridge. Awakened rudely by mutineers who burst into his hut, the guard paused and made an instant assessment of his predicament. He thrust his arms into the air and shouted in welcome, "Inmin-guk Mansei!" (Long live the North Korean People's Army).

>There is in fact a contemporary form of dropping out, of young men in particular. They are referred to as the "sampo" (three give ups) generation. They give up on love, marriage, and children… [The] sampos pull the rip cord in a school system that drives all to compete. They sponge off their parents and exist in the virtual world of computer games.


I think I watched a documentary on national geographic in which the author itself participated in, it was mainly focused on north Korea, and its political regime, social life of its citizens and other aspects. The good thing about it, it was not some sort of propaganda like the ones we used to watch from project nightfall and other stupid people like them. The journalist even contacted a teenager for 3 days I think, as she was his guide, and they were talking about their social life, and quickly the conversation changed into politics, of course the poor teenager was feeling intimitated but she knew what to say perfectly. It was a good documentary, and it is a perfect way to help change one's opinion about North Korea.
If we are not talking about the same journalist please refer it to me, sometimes I make confusions between names


anyone got the pdf of blood meridian


google b-ookz


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This was bold and engaging and troubling. I'm far from convinced that they're right on all counts, but I'm certainly looking forward to finding and reading more material on the subject.

>At Our Wits' End: Why We're Becoming Less Intelligent and What it Means for the Future

We are becoming less intelligent. This is the shocking yet fascinating message of At Our Wits' End. The authors take us on a journey through the growing body of evidence that we are significantly less intelligent now than we were a hundred years ago. The research proving this is, at once, profoundly thought-provoking, highly controversial, and it’s currently only read by academics. But the authors are passionate that it cannot remain ensconced in the ivory tower any longer. With At Our Wits’ End, they present the first ever popular scientific book on this crucially important issue.

They prove that intelligence ― which is strongly genetic ― was increasing up until the breakthrough of the Industrial Revolution, because we were subject to the rigors of Darwinian Selection, meaning that lots of surviving children was the preserve of the cleverest. But since then, they show, intelligence has gone into rapid decline, because large families are increasingly the preserve of the least intelligent. The book explores how this change has occurred and, crucially, what its consequences will be for the future. Can we find a way of reversing the decline of our IQ? Or will we witness the collapse of civilization and the rise of a new Dark Age?


Man I really don't want to read something as disheartening as that.


Isn't this what they discussed in Idiocracy?


Interview with the authors.
>James Delingpole and Edward Dutton are joined by Michael Woodley, who explains why we are becoming so awfully thick: we are literally "At Our Wit's End"


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>The International Handbook on Innovation is the most comprehensive and authoritative account available of what innovation is, how it is measured, how it is developed, how it is managed, and how it affects individuals, companies, societies, and the world as a whole.
I came across this wizardly part in one of the papers included in this book called "Exceptional Creativity Across the Life Span: The Emergence and Manifestation of Creative Genius."

>[A] harmful intrusion [to realizing creative potential] is having a family life. Francis Bacon put the problem this way: "He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprise, either of virtue or mischief. Certainly the best works, and of greatest merit for the public, have proceeded from the unmarried or childless men, which, both in affection and means, have married and endowed the public."

>In support of this observation, Havelock Ellis noted from his scrutiny of British geniuses that there was a "greater tendency to celibacy among persons of ability than among the ordinary population." Not counting priests, the rate was nearly 1 out of 5. Another investigation into the lives of a more elite sample of historic figures found that 55% never married. Marriage often tends to abbreviate or depress the creative career, an adverse consequence that may mostly result from the cares and responsibilities imposed by parenting children.


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I've been reading these, among others. Really going down that rabbit hole. The first is a very descriptive account that provides for a good introduction and bird's-eye view, with lots of pretty pictures.
The second one is more serious, the kind one expects to reach out for the whole story.

I would like to know if there are similar books for astrophysics. I plan to read the Big Orange Book, but I haven't really found the equivalent to the Machinery of Life.


Can't tell you about astrophysics, but if you want texts I've read as good as Alberts in biology I would suggest Kandel for neuroscience, Guyton for physiology, Robbins for pathology, and Abbas for immunology.


Astronomy by Jeffrey Bennett


Are there any books about wizards? Not the spell casting kind necessarily, but the kind wizchan is meant for.


Thanks for the recs, they seem oriented towards medicine, ut neural science seems interesting.
Thanks, he has one on astrobiology as well.


"Too loud a loneliness" and "The man who sleeps" are the closest ones I know


' A Confederacy of Dunces ' and like the guy above me said, ' The Man Who Sleeps ' ( un homme qui dort )

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