Epigraph

And lo! towards us coming in a boat

An old man, grizzled with the hair of eld,

Moaning: “Woe unto you, debased souls!

Hope nevermore to look upon the heavens.

I come to lead you to the other shore;

Into eternal darkness; into fire and frost.

And thou, that yonder standest, living soul,

Withdraw from these people, who are dead!”

But he saw that I did not withdraw …

— Dante’s Inferno, Canto III


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