A Treacherous Poet On A Treacherous Ice Sheet: Inferno, Canto XXXII, Lines 70 - 102
We're nearing the center of the universe, a place where we can feel the weight of everything bearing down on us.Our pilgrim is showing the strain. Violent. Erratic. Our poet, too. Trying to convince us he really took this journey.Join me, Mark Scarbrough, as we walk with Dante and (silent!) Virgil across the final ice sheet of hell, the ninth circle, into Antenora, the realm of those who've been treacherous to their own political parties or countries (or even literary forefathers).Here are the segments for this episode of WALKING WITH DANTE:[01:48] My English translation of this passage…
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