Limbus Company Canto X
Log
I was legit beginning to think Canto 6 was never gonna be surpassed but i’m glad to be wrong.
This was excellent in every way, strongest part 1, part 2 and part 3, I barely have any criticisms of it.
It’s an incredibly interesting direction to take the story too, spoilers ahead;
The idea of nostalgia/memories is usually argued against by most people as opposed to experiences, and it is recommended that you try to live life as much as you can instead, the latter is also what Camus argued for, ie. “live in quantity”, making that long-standing philosophical debate that breaches countless areas of thought, from the formation of the self and identity being the actual stage for the canto was an amazing decision.
A decision so good that, part 2, in of itself, could have been an entire canto just by that insanely ambitious attempt to tackle an actual titan of a metaphysical debate, yet using that as just a stepping stone, so that Meursault can truly embody the absurdist protagonist, by tackling that question and responding with a simple “I don’t know.” is damn perfect.
Though I will say, its so ambitious that I could feel that part 3 and what comes before were probably written at diferent times. It’s clear Meursault always had the gaze stuff prepared from his inception, but the more metaphysical narrative of memory vs experience probably came after, it is an amazingly interesting view to tackle the general absurdist answer as present mindfulness though.
More than that, i’m glad that the canto kept the nihilism of absurdism going, was maybe a bit scared Meursault would affirm meaning at some point considering how much director likes existentialism, instead it was just perfect, so many good depictions of everything this has to be about; Meursault exhausted, full of sweat in overwhelming sunlight being it’s best illustration and the final quote “adding rythms and beat to the meaningless” being chef’s kiss.
Very personal canto for me! Lovely!!
This canto truly outdoes itself in adapting all that Camus and his literature were trying to be. To quote my favorite book of his, The Fall;
“I was at ease in everything, to be sure, but at the same time satisfied with nothing. Each joy made me desire another. I went from festivity to festivity. On occasion I danced for nights on end, ever madder about people and life. At times, late on those nights when the dancing, the slight intoxication, my wild enthusiasm, everyone’s violent unrestraint would fill me with a tired and overwhelmed rapture, it would seem to me—at the breaking point of fatigue and for a second’s flash—that at last I understood the secret; I would rush forth anew. I ran on like that, always heaped with favors, never satiated, without knowing where to stop, until the day — until the evening rather when the music stopped and the lights went out.”
“I love life - that’s my real weakness. I love it so much that I am incapable of imagining what is not life.”
“Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.”
“But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.”
“We’re going forward, but nothing changes.”
POUTING CARMEN!!
