Quotes adapted from Dante's 'Purgatorio,' translated by Robert and Jean Hollander.
"As yet we tarried by the seashore, like those who think about the way
And in their hearts go on, while still their bodies linger.
And then Virgil answered: "Perhaps you think we are familiar with this place, but we are strangers like yourselves."
Surprise must have been painted on my face, at which the shades smiled and drew back, and I, pursuing them, moved forward.
And thus I saw these new arrivals, their song cut short, flee toward the mountain slope like those who take an unfamiliar road.
And we, with no less haste, departed."
And oh, the woe they did birth
In arms against the Old Earth
There's room to swallow you down...
"Know that the vessel which the serpent broke was and is not.
Let those who are to blame take heed: Vengeance fears no hindrance.
Perhaps my words, obscure as those of the Sphinx, persuade you less because they cloud your mind.
So mark them, and set them down for those who live a life that is a race to death."
Our star's already near at hand
How many failures of sand?
Does suffering prove its worth
In arms against the Old Earth?