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ethnic looking nose though
ethnic looking nose though
No.
Never heard of this guy, but from name and pic, I guessed right, that he is Romanian.
But can't tell if Chad, sorry.
But can't tell if Chad, sorry.
Today he would be an average normie-looking dude, I don't know if at that time he was considered a Chad tbh
had a good looking gf.
Today's world? No LOL
You are right
Didn't know, I thought he was volcel due to the kind of books he wrote
Only 35 pages into his book ,already i wanna rope.NO he wasn't ,he had had a gf,but they broke up believe
I don't know, but I like his writings a lot.
If you're checking for pessimistic incel authors I would recommend you the Italian poet and writer Giacomo Leopardi btw, I think his works were translated into English and other languages.
i do like his writings,but i've become more suicidal after reading his work ngl
thanks.I will check him out
I second Leopardi as well. Thomas Ligotti is another writer that I can recommend you.
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He had good hair into old age. lucky fucker
I've read some pages on internet "the conspiracy against human race" .profound writings.I will check the leopardi as well.I appreciate it,mate
Gorillabro knows.
He was lucky,but didn't procreate tho.He was against it
D
Not by today’s standards
About incel authors I recommend to check also Cesare Pavese, here's an interesting article in English language about him wrote by Roberto Totalitarismo, a blogger near to the Italian incelosphere:
totalitarismo.altervista.org
Some interesting excerpts from Pavese's works:
“The only circumstance in which a woman is inferior to herself, must be just when she has her period. Who knows the calendar of women, he also knows the way to take them. Which is also a double meaning – so much the better.” (26th April 1936, censored)
“Who told you life was to be enjoyed? My boy, we still have childish illusions. But, if it is true that this sort of thing happens to all men, how is it that old men do not seem overwhelmed, driven crazy, broken by life; that, on the contrary, they all look so tranquil? The only understandable thing is why dead men rot, with all that poison inside them.” (28th April 1936)
“The reason why women have always been bitter as death, sinks of iniquity, faithless jades, Delilahs, is, fundamentally, simply this. A man, unless he is a eunuch, can always achieve ejaculation with any woman. But women hardly ever experience this joyous liberation, and then not with just any man, often not with the man they love, simply because they love him. If once they know it, they dream of nothing else, and because of their (legitimate) longing for this moment of ecstasy they are ready to commit any wickedness. They are driven to it. It is the fundamental tragedy of life, and a man who ejaculates too soon had better never have been born. It is a failing that makes suicide worth while.” (27th September 1937)
“The worst thing a suicidal type of man can do is not killing himself, but thinking of it and not doing it. Nothing is more abject than the state of moral disintegration that inspires the idea—the habitual idea—of suicide. Responsibility, conscience, strength of mind, all drift aimlessly about in that dead sea, submerged or brought to the surface again by any chance current.
The real failure is not the man who does not succeed in great things—who ever has?—but in little things, making a home, keeping a friend, keeping a woman happy, earning his living like anyone else. He is the most miserable failure.” (6th November 1937)
“Every woman longs for a man friend to confide in, to fill the empty hours when the one she loves is away; she insists that this friend does not affect her love for the absent one; she takes offense if he makes any demand that might interfere with her love; but if that friend grows cautious and keeps his words and glances under control, with the sole Object of saving himself further suffering, then the woman— any woman—immediately does her best to increase her hold upon him so that she can watch him suffer. And she does not even realize she is doing it.” (17th November 1937)
“In love, all that counts is having a woman in one’s home, in one’s bed. All the rest is a pack of nonsense, pernicious nonsense.” (28th November 1937).
“Naturally, everybody says to you ‘What does it matter? That’s not the only thing. Life is full of variety. A man can be good for something else,’ but no one, not even the men, will look at you unless you radiate that power. And the women will say to you: ‘What does it matter,’ and so on, but they marry someone else. And to marry means building a whole life, a thing you will never do. Which shows you have remained a child too long.” (25th December 1937)
“This much is certain: you can have anything in life except a wife to call you ‘her man.’ And till now all your life was based on that hope.” (5th January 1938)
“There is nothing ridiculous or absurd about a man who is thinking of killing himself being afraid of falling under a car or catching a fatal disease. Quite apart from the degree of suffering involved, the fact remains that to want to kill oneself is to want one’s death to be significant, a supreme choice, a deed that cannot be misunderstood. So it is natural that no would-be suicide can endure the thought of anything so meaningless as being run over or dying of pneumonia. So beware of draughts and street corners.” (8th January 1938)
“It happens to everyone to meet a slut, but to a very few to meet a lovely and honest woman. 99 out of 100, women are sluts.” (5th february 1938, censored)
“Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.” (19th February 1938)
“To understand why a woman seems thoughtful, embarrassed and apologetic when she is with several young men, think how you feel yourself among five or six prostitutes, all watching you and waiting for you to make your choice.” (14th July 1938)
“There is nothing more stupid than thinking one can make a conquest of a woman by showing off one’s own cleverness. Cleverness cannot compete with beauty in such a matter, for the simple reason that it does not arouse sexual excitement; beauty does.
At the most, one may win her in that way when one’s abilities seem a means of acquiring power, riches, social position—advantages that, by yielding, she will also enjoy. But cleverness itself, like an immense impersonal machine, leaves any woman quite unaffected, a truth you must not forget.” (31st August 1940)
“When a women smells of sperm and it is not mine, I don’t like it.” (26th November 1946)
“To know that someone is waiting for you, someone who may ask you to account for your actions, your thoughts, follow you with their eyes, hoping for a word from you—all that depresses you, embarrasses you, offends you.
The believer’s idea is sound, even in carnal matters. He knows that someone is awaiting him—his God. You are a bachelor—you do not believe in God.” (21st November 1947)
Cesare Pavese: Italy as Incelistan | TOTALITARISMO
Cesare Pavese (9 September 1908 – 27 August 1950) was an Italian poet and novelist. He commited suicide in 1950. Quotes from Il mestiere di vivere: Diario
Some interesting excerpts from Pavese's works:
“The only circumstance in which a woman is inferior to herself, must be just when she has her period. Who knows the calendar of women, he also knows the way to take them. Which is also a double meaning – so much the better.” (26th April 1936, censored)
“Who told you life was to be enjoyed? My boy, we still have childish illusions. But, if it is true that this sort of thing happens to all men, how is it that old men do not seem overwhelmed, driven crazy, broken by life; that, on the contrary, they all look so tranquil? The only understandable thing is why dead men rot, with all that poison inside them.” (28th April 1936)
“The reason why women have always been bitter as death, sinks of iniquity, faithless jades, Delilahs, is, fundamentally, simply this. A man, unless he is a eunuch, can always achieve ejaculation with any woman. But women hardly ever experience this joyous liberation, and then not with just any man, often not with the man they love, simply because they love him. If once they know it, they dream of nothing else, and because of their (legitimate) longing for this moment of ecstasy they are ready to commit any wickedness. They are driven to it. It is the fundamental tragedy of life, and a man who ejaculates too soon had better never have been born. It is a failing that makes suicide worth while.” (27th September 1937)
“The worst thing a suicidal type of man can do is not killing himself, but thinking of it and not doing it. Nothing is more abject than the state of moral disintegration that inspires the idea—the habitual idea—of suicide. Responsibility, conscience, strength of mind, all drift aimlessly about in that dead sea, submerged or brought to the surface again by any chance current.
The real failure is not the man who does not succeed in great things—who ever has?—but in little things, making a home, keeping a friend, keeping a woman happy, earning his living like anyone else. He is the most miserable failure.” (6th November 1937)
“Every woman longs for a man friend to confide in, to fill the empty hours when the one she loves is away; she insists that this friend does not affect her love for the absent one; she takes offense if he makes any demand that might interfere with her love; but if that friend grows cautious and keeps his words and glances under control, with the sole Object of saving himself further suffering, then the woman— any woman—immediately does her best to increase her hold upon him so that she can watch him suffer. And she does not even realize she is doing it.” (17th November 1937)
“In love, all that counts is having a woman in one’s home, in one’s bed. All the rest is a pack of nonsense, pernicious nonsense.” (28th November 1937).
“Naturally, everybody says to you ‘What does it matter? That’s not the only thing. Life is full of variety. A man can be good for something else,’ but no one, not even the men, will look at you unless you radiate that power. And the women will say to you: ‘What does it matter,’ and so on, but they marry someone else. And to marry means building a whole life, a thing you will never do. Which shows you have remained a child too long.” (25th December 1937)
“This much is certain: you can have anything in life except a wife to call you ‘her man.’ And till now all your life was based on that hope.” (5th January 1938)
“There is nothing ridiculous or absurd about a man who is thinking of killing himself being afraid of falling under a car or catching a fatal disease. Quite apart from the degree of suffering involved, the fact remains that to want to kill oneself is to want one’s death to be significant, a supreme choice, a deed that cannot be misunderstood. So it is natural that no would-be suicide can endure the thought of anything so meaningless as being run over or dying of pneumonia. So beware of draughts and street corners.” (8th January 1938)
“It happens to everyone to meet a slut, but to a very few to meet a lovely and honest woman. 99 out of 100, women are sluts.” (5th february 1938, censored)
“Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.” (19th February 1938)
“To understand why a woman seems thoughtful, embarrassed and apologetic when she is with several young men, think how you feel yourself among five or six prostitutes, all watching you and waiting for you to make your choice.” (14th July 1938)
“There is nothing more stupid than thinking one can make a conquest of a woman by showing off one’s own cleverness. Cleverness cannot compete with beauty in such a matter, for the simple reason that it does not arouse sexual excitement; beauty does.
At the most, one may win her in that way when one’s abilities seem a means of acquiring power, riches, social position—advantages that, by yielding, she will also enjoy. But cleverness itself, like an immense impersonal machine, leaves any woman quite unaffected, a truth you must not forget.” (31st August 1940)
“When a women smells of sperm and it is not mine, I don’t like it.” (26th November 1946)
“To know that someone is waiting for you, someone who may ask you to account for your actions, your thoughts, follow you with their eyes, hoping for a word from you—all that depresses you, embarrasses you, offends you.
The believer’s idea is sound, even in carnal matters. He knows that someone is awaiting him—his God. You are a bachelor—you do not believe in God.” (21st November 1947)
I am not a faggot so I have no idea
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