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No order was observed, ailments of all kinds were jumbled together; it seemed like the clearing of some inferno where the most monstrous maladies, the rare and awful cases which provoke a shudder, had been gathered together. Eczema, roseola, elephantiasis, presented a long array of doleful victims.
The father, with wisdom always at his elbow, never let the fishing trips go by. John had his play. At the age of twenty he knew as much about the manufacture of steel as the next one. He loved the night shifts, when the whole place seethed and glowed like an inferno. This manual education had done something else, too. It had broadened his shoulders, deepened his chest, and flattened his back.
The saddest feature was that honor, which was always in the agio, so to speak, was not always solid gold, but alloyed with baser metals. No one circle in the Inferno will boast of greater density of Japanese population than the seventh, to which Dante consigns all victims of self-destruction! And yet, for a true samurai to hasten death or to court it, was alike cowardice.
Neil Chase bowed impressively to the group on the porch. "I should much prefer to stay here," said he gallantly, "but business reasons impel me to seek that inferno out yonder. What Jarve finds interesting in that sort of thing is beyond me."
Wal, w'at you t'ink of her? She's dandy, eh?" "It's an inferno," Phillips acknowledged. "You earn all the money you get for running it." "You don' care for 'im, w'at?" "I do not. I don't mind taking a chance, but what chance would a fellow have in there? Why, he'd never come up." "Dat's right." Phillips stared at his companion curiously. "You must need money pretty badly."
For these sections out of the French "Inferno," Notre Dame de Lorette is a good place to play penitence and feign prayer; the Madeleine is too classic and serene and sombre in its interior to suggest anything but a museum, from which the proper custodian is absent, Notre Dame de Paris reeks too much with the blood of slain Archbishops to be altogether comfortable, St.
Proud she may be, in the sense of respecting herself; but pride, in the sense of contemning others less gifted than herself, deserves the two lowest circles of a vulgar woman's Inferno, where the punishments are smallpox and bankruptcy.
The pictures of these forlorn wastrels people a certain corner of the mind, and one can make the ragged brigade start out in lines of deadly and lurid fire at a moment's warning, until there is a whole Inferno before one.
This was a kind of inferno with wicked mouths which looked like ventilators from the bowels of the earth spitting and hissing blinding steam. The whole face of the mountain was yellow with sulphur, and the air was sickening from its smell.
In her poem Le Chemin de long Estude a title taken from Dante’s appeal to Virgil at the opening of the Inferno Christine begins by acknowledging her debt to the immortal poet, saying that much that she has to tell has already been told by “Dante of Florence in his book.” Virgil as guide is replaced by the Cumean Sibyl, who appears to Christine in a dream, and offers to conduct her to another and a more perfect world, one where there is no pain and misery.
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