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David Bruce: William Shakespeare’s As You Like It: A Retelling is in davidbruceblog #3.

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Dante’s INFERNO, Canto 31: NIMROD

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Engraver: Auguste Doré

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NIMROD

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The giant Nimrod

Attempted to reach Heaven

God defeated him

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NOTE: Nimrod attempted to build a tower that would reach Heaven. God stopped him by creating many languages instead of just the one language that had existed until then. The workers could no longer coordinate their labors, and so the Tower of Babel was never finished. Now Nimrod is in the Inferno, and he can say only nonsense syllables; in addition, he cannot understand the languages of others.

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Dante’s INFERNO, Canto 31: GIANTS

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GIANTS

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Circle Eight to Circle Nine

This journey requires giants

Must go down a well

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NOTE: To go from Circle Eight to Circle Nine, a giant must lower you in his hand. The giant guards here stand in a well. Only the top half of their bodies is visible in Circle Eight.

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Wilfred Owen: “Dulce et decorum est”

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori

Note: The Latin means, “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country.”

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“Base Details” By Siegfried Loraine Sassoon

 

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,

I’d live with scarlet Majors at the Base,

And speed glum heroes up the line to death.

You’d see me with my puffy petulant face,

Guzzling and gulping in the best hotel,

Reading the Roll of Honour. “Poor young chap,”

I’d say – “I used to know his father well;

Yes, we’ve lost heavily in this last scrap.”

And when the war is done and youth stone dead,

I’d toddle safely home and die — in bed.

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“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sasson 

I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.

In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you’ll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.

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Dante’s INFERNO, Canto 30: DANTE WASTES TIME

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DANTE WASTES TIME

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valuable time

lost listening to sinners

no more to learn here

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NOTE: Dante listens to Master Adamo and Sinon argue, and Virgil grows angry because Dante has much more to learn in the Inferno and he can learn no more here.

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“We can’t control whether our public servants lie to us. But we can control whether we hold them accountable for those lies…”

Art of Quotation

“Not only is there such a thing as objective truth, failing to tell the truth matters.

We can’t control whether our public servants lie to us. But we can control whether we hold them accountable for those lies

or whether, in either a state of exhaustion or to protect our own political objectives, we look the other way and normalize an indifference to truth.”

Sally Yates, former Attorney General, Quotes for Now, source


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