When I had journeyed half of our life's way, I found myself within a shadowed forest, for I had lost the path that does not stray.
If your world isn't right, the cause is in you.
That which had pleased me once, troubled by spirit.
I wept not — so to stone I grew within.
There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.
The heavens call to you, and circle about you, displaying to you their eternal splendors, and your eye gazes only to earth.