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In fahrenheit 451 you get a name when you memorize a book, your name is the title of the book. I got "the dead", its my actual name. Because it was a time where I was testing my memorymaxing, and I used it to learn this short booklet from Joyce. Why it worked? because joyce uses sounds like a jojo comicbook, so my memory activates very well with sound, and I exploited the advantage, and learned the book.
Imagine if your name is "The Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc". It would be cringe. Instead my name is "the dead". Its cool, mysterious, dark, and carries heavy weight. I am so cool man.
Here my book review of the dead, I think is a masterpiece of incel mood. I would say 10/10 is score.
Obviously if youre a normie, you will know joyce bcause the "epiphany" moment, and the discussion on "paralysis". Or maybe youre studying national identity of the irish, and you thought that joyce is very relevant. All cool, my interpretation is an incel perspective, I dont wish to rewrite the book. I simply show how it is blackpill-compliant.
It is the ultimate irish blackpill. It is the chronicle of gabriel conroy, a normie betabuck whos getting hit with a life bending blackpill so heavy it completely shatters his mind, destroys his illusion of agency, and leaves him staring out a window, mentally obliterated by the ghost of a teenager chadlite who died in 1900. That is how he became an undead.
Gabriel is a guy who believes he did everything "right". He had social status, writing literary reviews, speaks more EU languages, like the socialite cosmopolitan normie of today with his apple macbook and his keynote presentations.
Gabries is relatively wealthy, he can go in nice hotels and acts like a "refined gentleman". And hes thinking in head, that his wife Gretta respects him bcause he is "socially arrived".
The problem happens in room 11 at the gresham hotel. Gabriel sees his wife moody and melancholic. Hes already about to perform the normie script of "alpha macho anchor of a woman life". But instead he gets the brutal irish blackpill.
Gretta is hearing a song. "the lass of aughrim" and she remembers the chadlite of her youth.
Michael Furey. He was a 17yold chadlite gasworks worker from galway with zero social status, zero money, zero future.
When gretta was about to go to a convent, Michael the chadlite (dying of tuberculosis) was often staring at her from under the window, in the middle of rain and winter. And later he died. At age 17, the chadlite achieved the ultimate apex of social status, the eternal unassailable godly death of the youth. So he never got fat, he never lost hair, he never payed a mortgage. He just died young staring at a beautiful woman.
Gabriel (the betabuck protagonist) learns of this event. He didnt just feel jealous, his entire life shatters. His identity dissolves. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees a "pitiable fatuous fellow", in other words the man who spent his whole life building status, only to realize he was merely a beta cuckold.
Now, its not the end. Joyce tells you how a death teenager chadlite can mog overriding the living betacuckolds. Distance, time, death itself, all erased by chadlite. The living competes with the dead. Gabriel realizes the world of living is transitory, weak. Compared to the dead he felt insignificant.
A chadlite gost exerts more gravity over gretta soul than gabriel ever could through 15 years of marriage and financial support. In the end, gabriel struck by the irish blackpill surrenders his ego. He realizes all living men are just placeholders, waiting to die one day and join the realm of shadows where they will become even more irrelevant. All bent in front of the icons and phantoms that reign supreme in the underworld: the realm of chads and perennial incel defeat.
Imagine if your name is "The Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc". It would be cringe. Instead my name is "the dead". Its cool, mysterious, dark, and carries heavy weight. I am so cool man.
Here my book review of the dead, I think is a masterpiece of incel mood. I would say 10/10 is score.
Obviously if youre a normie, you will know joyce bcause the "epiphany" moment, and the discussion on "paralysis". Or maybe youre studying national identity of the irish, and you thought that joyce is very relevant. All cool, my interpretation is an incel perspective, I dont wish to rewrite the book. I simply show how it is blackpill-compliant.
It is the ultimate irish blackpill. It is the chronicle of gabriel conroy, a normie betabuck whos getting hit with a life bending blackpill so heavy it completely shatters his mind, destroys his illusion of agency, and leaves him staring out a window, mentally obliterated by the ghost of a teenager chadlite who died in 1900. That is how he became an undead.
Gabriel is a guy who believes he did everything "right". He had social status, writing literary reviews, speaks more EU languages, like the socialite cosmopolitan normie of today with his apple macbook and his keynote presentations.
Gabries is relatively wealthy, he can go in nice hotels and acts like a "refined gentleman". And hes thinking in head, that his wife Gretta respects him bcause he is "socially arrived".
The problem happens in room 11 at the gresham hotel. Gabriel sees his wife moody and melancholic. Hes already about to perform the normie script of "alpha macho anchor of a woman life". But instead he gets the brutal irish blackpill.
Gretta is hearing a song. "the lass of aughrim" and she remembers the chadlite of her youth.
Michael Furey. He was a 17yold chadlite gasworks worker from galway with zero social status, zero money, zero future.
When gretta was about to go to a convent, Michael the chadlite (dying of tuberculosis) was often staring at her from under the window, in the middle of rain and winter. And later he died. At age 17, the chadlite achieved the ultimate apex of social status, the eternal unassailable godly death of the youth. So he never got fat, he never lost hair, he never payed a mortgage. He just died young staring at a beautiful woman.
Gabriel (the betabuck protagonist) learns of this event. He didnt just feel jealous, his entire life shatters. His identity dissolves. He looks at himself in the mirror and sees a "pitiable fatuous fellow", in other words the man who spent his whole life building status, only to realize he was merely a beta cuckold.
Now, its not the end. Joyce tells you how a death teenager chadlite can mog overriding the living betacuckolds. Distance, time, death itself, all erased by chadlite. The living competes with the dead. Gabriel realizes the world of living is transitory, weak. Compared to the dead he felt insignificant.
A chadlite gost exerts more gravity over gretta soul than gabriel ever could through 15 years of marriage and financial support. In the end, gabriel struck by the irish blackpill surrenders his ego. He realizes all living men are just placeholders, waiting to die one day and join the realm of shadows where they will become even more irrelevant. All bent in front of the icons and phantoms that reign supreme in the underworld: the realm of chads and perennial incel defeat.
