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Inferno

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2019
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No more I tell thee and no more I answer.”

Then his straightforward eyes he turned askance,

Eyed me a little, and then bowed his head;

He fell therewith prone like the other blind.

And the Guide said to me: “He wakes no more

This side the sound of the angelic trumpet;

When shall approach the hostile Potentate,

Each one shall find again his dismal tomb,

Shall reassume his flesh and his own figure,

Shall hear what through eternity re-echoes.”

So we passed onward o’er the filthy mixture

Of shadows and of rain with footsteps slow,

Touching a little on the future life.

Wherefore I said: “Master, these torments here,

Will they increase after the mighty sentence,

Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?”

And he to me: “Return unto thy science,

Which wills, that as the thing more perfect is,

The more it feels of pleasure and of pain.

Albeit that this people maledict

To true perfection never can attain,

Hereafter more than now they look to be.”

Round in a circle by that road we went,

Speaking much more, which I do not repeat;

We came unto the point where the descent is;

There we found Plutus the great enemy.

CANTO VII (#ulink_e302aaf5-a424-550e-9743-b24c3c3b9557)

“Pape Satan, Pape Satan, Aleppe!”

Thus Plutus with his clucking voice began;

And that benignant Sage, who all things knew,

Said, to encourage me: “Let not thy fear

Harm thee; for any power that he may have

Shall not prevent thy going down this crag.”

Then he turned round unto that bloated lip,

And said: “Be silent, thou accursed wolf;

Consume within thyself with thine own rage.

Not causeless is this journey to the abyss;

Thus is it willed on high, where Michael wrought

Vengeance upon the proud adultery.”

Even as the sails inflated by the wind

Involved together fall when snaps the mast,

So fell the cruel monster to the earth.

Thus we descended into the fourth chasm,

Gaining still farther on the dolesome shore

Which all the woe of the universe in sacks.

Justice of God, ah! who heaps up so many

New toils and sufferings as I beheld?

And why doth our transgression waste us so?

As doth the billow there upon Charybdis,

That breaks itself on that which it encounters,
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