Plutus and the Rolling Weights — Inferno, Canto 7

Plutus and the Rolling Weights  Inferno 7

A guardian opens the canto with five words that no reader in seven hundred years has been able to construe, Virgil answers not the sense but the tone — quiet, cursed wolf, eat yourself with your own rage — and the creature collapses like a sail when the mast snaps; and beyond him lies the … Read more

What the Trumpet Will Restore — Inferno, Canto 6

What the Trumpet Will Restore  Inferno 6

The Florentine who has just finished prophesying the ruin of his city crosses his eyes, drops his head and sinks back into the slush with the other blind souls, and Virgil — who has barely spoken for a hundred lines — chooses that moment to deliver the coldest piece of information in the third circle: … Read more