I want to fall in love with a woman from a work of fiction. I wish to encounter the mirage of feminine perfection—a woman whose virtues shine brighter than reality's sun. Please aid me, fellow anons.
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I want to fall in love with a woman from a work of fiction. I wish to encounter the mirage of feminine perfection—a woman whose virtues shine brighter than reality's sun. Please aid me, fellow anons.
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What movie?
It's in the file name - Un cœur en hiver. Highly kino.
Don’t look up the actress now.
Personally i fell in love with Jeanne d'Arc,my only wish is to one day be with her.
You’ll burn in the bit for profaning a great saint, you sinner.
b***h you dont even know me.
I know your actions and they are foul.
Everyone knows my action,my past may be dark but my future is as bright as the morningstar.
>muhh morality.
Thread policemen should be heckled, beaten and chased away from the threads.
... sounds more like you want to be her.
what makes you think that ? im not a troon.
i found the movie on youtube. this movie is indeed kino. Thank you anon. I was looking for exactly such a movie. Do you know more movies in which (actual) music plays a central role?
I loved the scene with the discussion about culture tradition and democracy at the dinner.
>I want to fall in love with a woman from a work of fiction.
I know that it might sound pretty plebeian, but I fell in love with Shakespeare's Julia. But even more I fell in love with Tchechov's Anyuta, but I don't know why or for what reason.
Anyuta is a stranger to the reader, but yet she stands naked in front of you. There is not lust or anything which would be sexual in a disgusting way. She is offering herself as a pure and natural being, a woman, to your desire of artistic and scientific understanding of nature.
Do you know Friedrich Schiller's play? I only liked it partially. I wish that he left out all the ~~*masonic*~~ polytheism and paganism. Why, for heavens sake? Why write a play about a catholic saint and make the play repelling to catholics? Yet, Schiller succeeds in painting an heroic character. Erhaben!
Yes, just don't do it. For the curious: she aged like the Bogdanoffs. Don't search for her before you
watch the movie.
haven't read either yet, but looking forward to.
forgot to mention that Anyuta
is suffering, gracefully. Her ultimate reasons are unknown but her motives seem pure (she fears that the student might fail his exam and therefore reconsiders her desires) and the way in which she endures her suffering and her lack of comfort reveals her truly femine character. But I don't know if she really believes in the higher pupose of art or science. I think that she is just a woman who has internalized the saying "fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum". And there can not be anything which is more feminine than that. Mary is blessed among all women, the queen of all women
It is a very short story (5 pages in Constance Garnett's translation) but I found it really impressive. Just read it and if you want, discuss it, IQfy
>$100 violin
JFL
>another coomer thread
cooming is related to lust,not love.
homosexual
for me it's camille from serotonin
for me it's fentanyl from philadelphia
Female musicians are mentally ill, trust me, I've dated a conductor.
Kitty from Anna Karenina ?
I don’t think it’s possible for most normal people, even those with obsessive hyperactive imaginations would struggle to fall in love with a character from a novel, not to mention it’s an incredibly stupid thing to do. Falling in love in general is also very stupid.
>I don’t think it’s possible for most normal people
Greeks and Italians had muses.
Clarisse from Fahrenheit 451
I miss her, bros.
maybe this quote from Journey to the End of the Night will help you.
Fuark Celine can hit right in the feels
Why look for female perfection in fiction if it was already accomplished in real-life Britain?
Who's she?
>Vernon now looked for solace in the pages of our literature. Quality, he told himself, was what he was after – quality, quality. Here was where the high-class girls hung out. Using the literature shelves in the depleted local library, Vernon got down to work. After quick flings with Emily, Griselda and Criseyde, and a strapping weekend with the Good Wife of Bath, Vernon cruised straight on to Shakespeare and the delightfully wide-eyed starlets of the romantic comedies. He romped giggling with Viola over the Illyrian hills, slept in a glade in Arden with the willowy Rosalind, bathed nude with Miranda in a turquoise lagoon. In a single disdainful morning he splashed his way through all four of the tragic heroines: cold Cordelia (this was a bit of a frost, actually), bittersweet Ophelia (again rather constricted, though he quite liked her dirty talk), the snake-eyed Lady M. (Vernon had had to watch himself there) and, best of all, that sizzling sorceress Desdemona (Othello had her number all right. She stank of sex!). Following some arduous, unhygienic yet relatively brief dalliance with Restoration drama, Vernon soldiered on through the prudent matrons of the Great Tradition. As a rule, the more sedate and respectable the girls, the nastier and more complicated were the things Vernon found himself wanting to do to them (with lapsed hussies like Maria Bertram, Becky Sharp or Lady Dedlock, Vernon was in, out, and away, darting half-dressed over the rooftops). Pamela had her points, but Clarissa was the one who turned out to be the true cot-artist of the oeuvre; Sophie Western was good fun all right, but the pious Amelia yodelled for the humbling high points in Vernon’s sweltering repertoire. Again, he had no very serious complaints about his one-night romances with the likes of Elizabeth Bennett and Dorothea Brooke; it was adult, sanitary stuff, based on a clear understanding of his desires and his needs; they knew that such men will take what they want; they knew that they would wake the next morning and Vernon would be gone. Give him a Fanny Price, though, or better, much better, a Little Nell, and Vernon would march into the bedroom rolling up his sleeves; and Nell and Fan would soon be ruing the day they’d ever been born. Did they mind the horrible things he did to them? Mind? When he prepared to leave the next morning, solemnly buckling his belt before the tall window – how they howled!
Happened to me with a nabokov book. Won't say which though 😉
Manon des Sources is worth watching for her alone.
That's a tall order but I'll bite.
Becky, from "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer".
Alernatively:
The girl from "King Arthur and the Knight of the Round Table" and yes I don't remember her name
If that doesn't do it for you there's always Rem, from the online novel "Re: Zero". Season 2 kinda dragged on though, but there's some important moments.
Good luck out there anon.
so basically a waifu
Just pick an anime girl instead
Jane Eyre. Also Kitty from Anna Karenina
>Jane Eyre
came here to say this. she is my paragon
Personally, I invented my own image of the perfect woman. We are never well served except by ourselves
>I am sorry to interrupt your reading session, but I have a very important and beautiful message for you.
most IQfy woman ever. cozy reading room. Even the arch angel Gabriel is bowing to her, because of her purity. Full of grace and peak femininity!
OP should start a devotion to OUR girl. (John 19, 25-27)
Emer from Lady Gregory's ''Cú Chulainn''