"Step by step went we without speech or sound
Looking and listening to the sick, who drooped
Helpless to raise their bodies from the ground.
I saw two sit who one another propt,
As pan is propt on pan for the warmth's sake,
From head to foot bespotted and corrupt.
Ne'er saw I curry-comb more frenzy take
From hand of groom for whom his master waits
Or one who is kept unwillingly awake,
Than here did the anguished clawing upon pates
And bodies, as each plied the nail to appease
The fury of the itch that nothing yet abates.
Those fevered nails the scabby leprosies
Scraped as a knife the scales of carp or bream
Or what fish hath them larger yet than these."
Inferno, Canto XXIX, Lines 70-84
Looking and listening to the sick, who drooped
Helpless to raise their bodies from the ground.
I saw two sit who one another propt,
As pan is propt on pan for the warmth's sake,
From head to foot bespotted and corrupt.
Ne'er saw I curry-comb more frenzy take
From hand of groom for whom his master waits
Or one who is kept unwillingly awake,
Than here did the anguished clawing upon pates
And bodies, as each plied the nail to appease
The fury of the itch that nothing yet abates.
Those fevered nails the scabby leprosies
Scraped as a knife the scales of carp or bream
Or what fish hath them larger yet than these."
Inferno, Canto XXIX, Lines 70-84
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Hang me from the rose vine Drown me in the essence of nightshade
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A subconscious hallucination of mass proportions The broken merry go round spins around
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The spiders weep for their long rotten eggs Thimble woven from brain tissue
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Mojave Moon on December 7, 2007You write very well. Welcome to AP.
