<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:31:47.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratching at Dante</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal pilgrimage in wading through Inferno to Paradise.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112138851496793953</id><published>2005-07-15T10:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:50:25.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pilgrim descends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 So I descended from the first enclosure&lt;br /&gt;2 down to the second circle, that which girdles&lt;br /&gt;3 less space but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;grief more great, that goads to weeping.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way "selection" works...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 I mean that when the spirit born to evil&lt;br /&gt;8 appears before him, it confesses all;&lt;br /&gt;9 and &lt;em&gt;he, the connoisseur of sin, can tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 &lt;em&gt;the depth in Hell appropriate to it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 each soul in turn advances toward that judgment;&lt;br /&gt;15 they speak and hear, then they are cast below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast down to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 The hellish hurricane, which never rests,&lt;br /&gt;32 drives on the spirits with its violence:&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;em&gt;wheeling and pounding, it harasses them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Longfellows translation of the same...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 The &lt;em&gt;infernal hurricane&lt;/em&gt; that never rests&lt;br /&gt;32 &lt;em&gt;Hurtles&lt;/em&gt; the spirits onward in its rapine;&lt;br /&gt;33 &lt;em&gt;Whirling them round, and smiting...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...it molests them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 When they come up against the ruined slope,&lt;br /&gt;35 then there are &lt;em&gt;cries and wailing and lament&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;36 and there they curse the force of the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 I learned that those who undergo this torment&lt;br /&gt;38 are damned because they &lt;em&gt;sinned within the flesh&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;39 &lt;em&gt;subjecting reason to the rule of lust&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a place without rest...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 There is no hope that ever comforts them&lt;br /&gt;45 no hope for rest and none for lesser pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A place reserved for those whose lust makes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 ...&lt;em&gt;license licit in her laws &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 to free her from the scandal she had caused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A consuming and selfish "love"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 Love, that releases no beloved from loving&lt;br /&gt;104 took hold of me so strongly through his beauty&lt;br /&gt;105 that, as you see, it has not left me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106 &lt;em&gt;Love led the two of us unto one death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which in turn led pilgrim to remorse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113 (Alas) how many gentle thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;how deep a longing,&lt;br /&gt;114 had led them to the agonizing pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And query...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118 But tell me, in the time of gentle sighs,&lt;br /&gt;119 with what and in what way did Love allow you&lt;br /&gt;120 to recognize your still uncertain longings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Longfellow...&lt;br /&gt;119 &lt;em&gt;By what and in what manner Love conceded, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 &lt;em&gt;That you should know your dubious desires&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "fall"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 One day, to pass the time away, we read&lt;br /&gt;128 of Lancelot how love had overcome him.&lt;br /&gt;129 We were alone, and we suspected nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130 And time and time again that reading led&lt;br /&gt;131 our eyes to meet, and made our faces pale,&lt;br /&gt;132 and yet one point alone defeated us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133 When we had read how the desired smile&lt;br /&gt;134 was kissed by one who was so true a lover,&lt;br /&gt;135 this one, who never shall be parted from me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136 while all his body trembled, kissed my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vicarious vice violates volition!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is possible to temporarily "justify" our habitual vice by internally "legalizing" it, but a "selfish love" is still essentially selfish...and leads to a more realistic assessment and judgement by a more objective judge. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112138851496793953?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112138851496793953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112138851496793953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112138851496793953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112138851496793953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/canto-five.html' title='Canto Five'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112113037032472146</id><published>2005-07-12T10:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:11:46.616+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pilgrim awakens and proceeds to the abyss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 containing thundering, unending wailings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 That valley, dark and deep and filled with mist,&lt;br /&gt;11 is such that, though I gazed into its pit,&lt;br /&gt;12 I was unable to discern a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 there was no outcry louder than the sighs&lt;br /&gt;27 that caused the everlasting air to tremble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 The sighs arose from sorrow without torments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilgrim asks about the source...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(of the "thunder of infinite ululations...obscure, profound it was, and nebulous"--9/10 of Longfellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and receives this answer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 they &lt;em&gt;(those who)&lt;/em&gt; did not sin; and yet, though they have merits,&lt;br /&gt;35 that's not enough, because they lacked baptism,&lt;br /&gt;36 the portal of the faith that you embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merit is not the criteria for escaping the inferno...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rather the portal is "faith embraced" or "identification with Christ"--and not [for me at least] Dante's consolation of "baptism".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 And if they lived before Christianity,&lt;br /&gt;38 they did not worship God in fitting ways;&lt;br /&gt;39 and of such spirits I myself (the sage) am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 For these defects, and for no other evil,&lt;br /&gt;41 we now are lost and punished just with this:&lt;br /&gt;42 we have no hope and yet we live in longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 Great sorrow seized my heart on hearing him,&lt;br /&gt;44 for I had seen some estimable men&lt;br /&gt;45 among the souls suspended in that limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pilgrim ponders...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 did any ever go by his own merit&lt;br /&gt;50 or others'- from this place toward blessedness?&lt;br /&gt;51 And he, who understood my covert speech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 replied: I was new-entered on this state&lt;br /&gt;53 when I beheld a Great Lord enter here;&lt;br /&gt;54 the crown he wore, a sign of victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 He carried off the shade of our first father (Adam),&lt;br /&gt;(and other specific Old Testament heros and general...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 and many others and He made them blessed;&lt;br /&gt;62 and I should have you know that, before them,&lt;br /&gt;63 there were no human souls that had been saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet he did see a place possessed of honorable men (72)...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 O you who honor art and science both,&lt;br /&gt;74 who are these souls whose dignity has kept&lt;br /&gt;75 their way of being, separate from the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 And he to me: The honor of their name,&lt;br /&gt;77 which echoes up above within your life,&lt;br /&gt;78 gains Heaven's grace, and that advances them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and even chatted with them as the moved along...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 So did we move along and toward the light,&lt;br /&gt;104 talking of things about which silence here&lt;br /&gt;105 is just as seemly as our speech was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145 I cannot here describe them all in full;&lt;br /&gt;146 my ample theme impels me onward so:&lt;br /&gt;147 what's told is often less than the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are estimable men and women...of honor and dignity...in hell. All those who did not worship God in fitting ways...though they have merits they did not have the "identification with Christ" that is the portal generated by a faith embraced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112113037032472146?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112113037032472146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112113037032472146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112113037032472146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112113037032472146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/canto-four.html' title='Canto Four'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112098053726147112</id><published>2005-07-10T17:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:23:36.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Allen Mandelbaum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Pilgrim reads the warning posted above the gateway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 THROUGH ME THE WAY INTO THE SUFFERING CITY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2 THROUGH ME THE WAY TO THE ETERNAL PAIN... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9 ABANDON EVERY HOPE, WHO ENTER HERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10 These words their aspect was obscure I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11 inscribed above a gateway, and I said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12 Master, their meaning is difficult for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13 And he to me, as one who comprehends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16 For we have reached the place of which I spoke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17 where you will see the miserable people, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18 those who have lost the good of the intellect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He hears a clamoring cacaphony of regret and sorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22 Here sighs and lamentations and loud cries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;21 were echoing across the starless air, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22 so that, as soon as I set out, I wept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;25 Strange utterances, horrible pronouncements, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;26 accents of anger, words of suffering, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27 and voices shrill and faint, and beating hands... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;31 And I my head oppressed by horror said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;32 Master, what is it that I hear? Who are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33 those people so defeated by their pain? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who are the suffering masses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34 And he to me: This miserable way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35 is taken by the sorry souls of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;36 who lived without disgrace and without praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;37 They now commingle with the coward angels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;38 the company of those who were not rebels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;39 nor faithful to their God, but stood apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are those who took a middle road regarding God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;40 The heavens, that their beauty not be lessened, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;41 have cast them out, nor will deep Hell receive them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;42 even the wicked cannot glory in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because they were lukewarm neither heaven or hell wants them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;43 And I: What is it, master, that oppresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;44 these souls, compelling them to wail so loud? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;45 He answered: I shall tell you in few words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;46 Those who are here can place no hope in death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;47 and their blind life is so abject that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;48 are envious of every other fate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But hell will take them...the ferryman comes...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;85 Forget your hope of ever seeing Heaven: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;86 I come to lead you to the other shore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;87 to the eternal dark, to fire and frost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are they are strangely ready to cross over to hell...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;121 My son, the gracious master said to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;122 those who have died beneath the wrath of God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;123 all these assemble here from every country; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;124 and they are eager for the river crossing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;125 because celestial justice spurs them on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;126 so that their fear is turned into desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one wants the "luke-warm"...neither heaven nor hell. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yet hell will take them by default...and they will go eagerly, if only to satisfy celestial justice. Their former fear (of hell) is turned into "desire" because their hope is gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112098053726147112?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112098053726147112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112098053726147112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112098053726147112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112098053726147112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/canto-three.html' title='Canto Three'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112082366198104882</id><published>2005-07-08T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:00:08.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Canto Two</title><content type='html'>This time mostly from Allen Mandelbaum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pilgrim's fears almost prevent him from engaging in the journey...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Therefore, if I consent to start this journey,&lt;br /&gt;I fear my venture may be wild and empty.&lt;br /&gt;You're wise; you know far more than what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 And just as he who unwills what he wills&lt;br /&gt;and shifts what he intends to seek new ends&lt;br /&gt;so that he's drawn from what he had begun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 so was I in the midst of that dark land,&lt;br /&gt;because, with all my thinking, I annulled&lt;br /&gt;the task I had so quickly undertaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sage counsels...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 If I have understood what you have&lt;br /&gt;said (replied the shade of that great-heartedone)&lt;br /&gt;your soul has been assailed by cowardice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 which often weighs so heavily on a man&lt;br /&gt;distracting him from honorable trials as&lt;br /&gt;phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Input from the heavenly lady...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 One ought to be afraid of nothing other&lt;br /&gt;than things possessed of power to do us harm,&lt;br /&gt;but things innocuous need not be feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sage continues...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121 What is it then? Why, why do you resist?&lt;br /&gt;Why does your heart host so much cowardice?&lt;br /&gt;Where are your daring and your openness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pilgrim's response...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 As little flowers, which the chill of night has&lt;br /&gt;bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes&lt;br /&gt;grow straight and open fully on their stems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130 so did I, too, with my exhausted force;&lt;br /&gt;and such warm daring rushed into my heart&lt;br /&gt;that I as one who has been freed began:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136 You, with your words, have so disposed my heart&lt;br /&gt;to longing for this journey I return&lt;br /&gt;to what I was at first prepared to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139 Now go; a single will fills both of us:&lt;br /&gt;you are my guide, my governor, my master.&lt;br /&gt;These were my words to him; when he advanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142 I entered on the steep and savage path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The encouragement of a godly perspective can empower us to renew our resolve and enter the steep and savage path.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112082366198104882?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112082366198104882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112082366198104882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082366198104882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082366198104882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/canto-two.html' title='Canto Two'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112082311334233460</id><published>2005-07-08T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:56:39.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Inferno Revisited--Canto One</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts via Henry Wadworth Longfellow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pilgrim's plea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 Behold the beast, for which I have turned back;&lt;br /&gt;89 Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage,&lt;br /&gt;90 For &lt;em&gt;she doth make my veins and pulses tremble&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The sage's (Virgil) answer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 Thee it behoves to take another road,&lt;br /&gt;92 Responded he, when he beheld me weeping,&lt;br /&gt;93 If from this savage place thou wouldst escape;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 Because this beast, at which thou criest out,&lt;br /&gt;95 Suffers not any one to pass her way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;96 But so doth harass him, that she destroys him; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 And has a nature so malign and ruthless,&lt;br /&gt;97 That never doth she glut her greedy will,&lt;br /&gt;98 And after food is hungrier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When facing insatiable beasts of mighty power and cunning it might behove me "to take another road".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112082311334233460?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112082311334233460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112082311334233460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082311334233460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082311334233460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/inferno-revisited-canto-one.html' title='Inferno Revisited--Canto One'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14304119.post-112082193957689454</id><published>2005-07-08T21:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T11:01:37.626+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Herewith I enter the steep and savage path...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My personal pilgrimage in wading through Inferno to Paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Being my thoughts (however inaccurate) from the English translations of Dante's Divine Comedy by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Allen Mandelbaum (mostly), and H.F. Cary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;tracking thoughts&lt;/strong&gt; are in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; font and the &lt;em&gt;phrases that particularly stand out to me&lt;/em&gt; (for no particular reason) are in &lt;em&gt;italics.&lt;/em&gt;  I have concluded each canto with a personal concluding &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt;...also in &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; font.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14304119-112082193957689454?l=dantescratchings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/feeds/112082193957689454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14304119&amp;postID=112082193957689454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082193957689454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14304119/posts/default/112082193957689454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dantescratchings.blogspot.com/2005/07/herewith-i-enter-steep-and-savage-path.html' title='Herewith I enter the steep and savage path...'/><author><name>Speckman's Scratchings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06116800385569410645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FTtBEd-ajWY/RuDFZYZeHKI/AAAAAAAAABg/x5ECsdmSTWc/s320/blogpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
