The Stars, The Seasons, A Peasant, And Dante: Inferno, Canto XXIV, Lines 1 - 21
Poor Virgil, put in his place over and over again, ever since the fourth of the malebolge, the evil pouch of the fortune tellers, when he had to rewrite his own epic, THE AENEID. Four cantos of humiliation!He's now had his final humiliation (for now) as he's learned that he shouldn't have ever trusted those demons. But the journey must go on! How? In those dear footprints we saw at the end of Canto XXIII, of course.Join me, Mark Scarbrough, as we begin to figure out way out of the sixth of the evil pouches, the pouch of hypocrisy in the big eighth circle of fraud; and as we make our way to…
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