Dante's Inferno, Canto XII, part II
WE WONT TALK TO HIM. WELL TALK TO THE NICE ONE,
CHIRON, WHO READS BOOKS AND USES A FORK WHEN HE EATS.
Dante
Dante's Inferno, Canto XII
Canto XII here.
Previously: Canto XI. JUST A MINUTE, POCO MINUTE, whispered Virgil through a rag, I FORGET HOW BIG THE SMELL GETS. LET'S TAKE FIVE. HELL REQUIRES MORE ADJUSTMENTS EVERY
Dante's Inferno, Canto XI
"You've cured me of my thoughts,
just like the sun can cure the day of night, and made me
healthy. Thank you!!! Now I'm happy like a book or patch of grass."
Dante's Inferno, Canto X
UNLESS THE NEWS WITH NEWLY DEAD DROPS DOWN,
WE BURN AND NEVER LEARN A THING.
Dante's Inferno, Canto IX
I wouldn't call the look on my face amazing then.
(Fear doesn't paint in lovely colors!!)
Dante's Inferno, Canto VIII, Part II
Who knew locks worked in Hell?
Dante's Inferno, Canto VIII
ONCE AGAIN YOU FUCK FOR NOTHING, PHLEGYAS
said Virgil. YOU DON'T HAVE DICK. BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO CARRY US ACROSS THIS GODAWFUL POND
Poor guy looked like he'd just lost a timeshare.
Dante's Inferno, Canto VII
I didn't quite catch whatever Plutus said – I think it was
something about pepper? Aleppo pepper, salt and pepper, something –
I don't know, I don't speak Dutch (or whatever they speak in Hell.)
There are no Commemorative Stamps in Hell
Choose your own adventure.
Dante's Inferno, Canto VI
"Call me Pigly," Pigly said.