There is one whole chapter that is purely imagery
where he bangs on and on about some silk or shit which added absolutely nothing to the story and irritated me slightly. Apart from that I enjoyed it.
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 2 Aug 2012, 12:45, 1 reply, 13 years ago)

the best for that kind of shite is thomas hardy
see "far from the madding crowd", where he rhapsodises for a whole 3 pages about his hero gabriel oak (the name is v subtle). then summarises: "in short, he was 28 and a bachelor." WHY NOT JUST SAY THAT, YOU TURGID CUNT?
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 2 Aug 2012, 12:56, Reply)

I DETEST Thomas Hardy.
The Mayor of fucking Casterbridge is one of the most deary, depressing reads ever.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 2 Aug 2012, 13:02, Reply)

I loved the Python sketch about Hardy writing 'A Stranger Returns'
A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching...
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Thu 2 Aug 2012, 13:05, Reply)

Stupid fucking authors, wasting our precious time.
Who do they think they are, eh?
( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Thu 2 Aug 2012, 13:03, Reply)