tpaine posted:those aren't real books dude, they're names i made up
puig was a good one
sosie posted:
that is literally carl schmitt's theory of führerprinzip
Impper posted:animedad why didnt you buy the book by 'momus'
lol
i swear to god if i were to do a gimmick character i couldnt do better than you
Impper posted:im reading kathy acker
http://imomus.livejournal.com/
babyfinland posted:Impper posted:animedad why didnt you buy the book by 'momus'
lol
i swear to god if i were to do a gimmick character i couldnt do better than you
um but u r gay & dumb sooooo who careS?
Impper posted:babyfinland posted:Impper posted:animedad why didnt you buy the book by 'momus'
lol
i swear to god if i were to do a gimmick character i couldnt do better than youum but u r gay & dumb sooooo who careS?
yes, but being gay and dumb is highly respectable and conducive to greatness
cleanhands posted:where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
on their faces
cleanhands posted:where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
move to a city and take public transportation all the time i guess
these stories are from the 40 yr period after the first crusade, four frankish city states established in syria and the franks are acclimating to lief with the muslims
The ruler of Munáitira wrote to my uncle asking him to send a doctor to treat some of his followers who were ill. My uncle sent a Christian called Thabit. After only ten days hereturned and we said ‘You cured them quickly!’ This was his story: They took me to see a knight who had an abscess on his leg, and a woman with consumption. I applied a poulticeto the leg, and the abscess opened and began to heal. I prescribed a cleansing and refreshing diet for the woman. Then there appeared a Frankish doctor, who said: ‘This man has noidea how to cure these people!’ He turned to the knight and said: ‘Which would you prefer,to live with one leg or to die with two?’ When the knight replied that he would prefer tolive with one leg, he sent for a strong man and a sharp axe. They arrived, and I stood byto watch. The doctor supported the leg on a block of wood, and said to the man: ‘Strike amighty blow, and cut cleanly!’ And there, before my eyes, the fellow struck the knight one blow, and then another, for the first had not finished the job. The marrow spurted out of theleg, and the patient died instantaneously. Then the doctor examined the woman and said;‘She has a devil in her head who is in love with her. Cut her hair off!’ This was done, and she went back to eating her usual Frankish food, garlic and mustard, which made her illnessworse. ‘The devil has got into her brain,’ pronounced the doctor. He took a razor and cut across on her head, and removed the brain so that the inside of the skull was laid bare. Thishe rubbed with salt; the woman died instantly. At this juncture I asked whether they had anyfurther need of me, and as they had none I came away, having learnt things about medical methods that I never knew before.
I heard a similar case from a bath attendant called Salim from Ma‘arra, who worked inone of my father’s bath-houses. This is his tale: I earned my living in Ma‘arra by opening a bathhouse. One day a Frankish knight came in. They do not follow our custom of wearing a cloth round their waist while they are at the baths, and this fellow put out his hand,snatched off my loin-cloth and threw it away. He saw at once that I had just recently shaved my pubic hair. ‘Salim!’ he exclaimed. I came toward him and he pointed to that part of me.‘Salim! It’s magnificent! You shall certainly do the same for me!’ And he lay down flat on his back. His hair there was as long as his beard. I shaved him, and when he had felt the place with his hand and found it agreeably smooth he said: ‘Salim, you must certainly do the same for my Dama .’ In their language Dama means lady, or wife. He sent his valet tofetch his wife, and when they arrived and the valet had brought her in, she lay down on her back, and he said to me: ‘Do to her what you did to me.’ So I shaved her pubic hair, while her husband stood by watching me. Then he thanked me and paid me for my services.
aerdil posted:cleanhands posted:where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
move to a city and take public transportation all the time i guess
oh its an american thing... figures
cleanhands posted:aerdil posted:
cleanhands posted:
where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
move to a city and take public transportation all the time i guess
oh its an american thing... figures
well yeah, you didn't think you were going to strike up conversations with strangers in england did you
Ironicwarcriminal posted:cleanhands posted:aerdil posted:
cleanhands posted:
where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
move to a city and take public transportation all the time i guess
oh its an american thing... figureswell yeah, you didn't think you were going to strike up conversations with strangers in england did you
ppl always want to talk about football or karaoke so its not like theres some insurmountable collective reticence affecting the population at large... with enough thought we can decipher the mystery that is englishness
tpaine posted:animedad's gonna be like "I'm into the fifth chapter of Grundlesworthy's latest, and wow, this is hard-hitting, trenchant analysis"
grundlesworthy changed my life. but i have high hopes for Puig and Dis
cleanhands posted:where should i sit so that cute girls will talk about book w/me
america