Friday, October 7, 2011

We passed across the shadows, which subdues
The heavy rain-storm, and we placed our feet
Upon their vanity that person seems.

They all were lying prone upon the earth,
Excepting one, who sat upright as soon
As he beheld us passing on before him.

O thou that art conducted through this Hell,
He said to me. recall me, if thou canst;
Thyself wast made before I was unmade.

And I to him: The anguish which thou hast
Perhaps doth draw thee out of my remembrance,
So that it seems not I have ever seen thee.

But tell me who thou art, that in so doleful
A place art put, and in such punishment,
If some are greater, none is so displeasing

And he to me: Thy city, which is full
Of envy so that now the sack runs over,
Held me within it in the life serene.

You citizens were wont to call me Ciacco;
For the pernicious sin of gluttony
I as thou seest, am hattered by this rain


  1. ... So I get lust and the manwhore gets gluttony?
    I think I got the better end of that deal.

  2. At least I'm in good company. The Second Circle would be far too dramatic for my liking, all the jealousy and lies and betrayal. Far better to be in the Third, with all the friendly addicts and hedonists.

    Not to mention finding a dealer wouldn't be too hard. It'd be like living in Amsterdam, except with a nicer climate.