The human race is in the best condition when it has the greatest degree of liberty.
There is a place in Hell called the Malebolge.
The infernal storm, eternal in its rage, sweeps and drives the spirits with its blast; it whirls them, lashing them with punishment. When they are swept back past their place of judgment then come the shrieks, laments, and anguished cries; there they blaspheme God's almighty power.
In each fire there is a spirit; Each one is wrapped in what is burning him.
At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.