Chapter 29 second quarter

On Wednesday night Longfellow stood at the gate of the Craigie House, greeting his guests as usual.Upon entering the gates, guests were greeted a second time, but this time by Trapp's barking.Green said he is in better spirits after receiving the news to attend the meeting, and he hopes to resume their daily schedule now.As always, he prepared diligently for their assigned psalms. Longfellow declared the meeting open, and the scholars took their places.The master distributed the Italian edition of the Divine Comedy, and the proofs of his English translation.Trapp watched with interest.Satisfied with the customary orderly seating arrangement and the cheerfulness of its master, the watchdog crouched down under the cavernous armchair in which Green sat.Trapp knew the old man had a special affection for it, as evidenced by the food he threw down, and Green's velvet-covered chair was closest to the fireplace in the study, where it was the warmest.

A "ghost" was right behind us, and he divided us so cruelly. Lei walked out of the headquarters, got into the carriage, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.He tried his best to drive away the drowsiness, and only then did he feel that he had been sleeping too little at night lately, even though he was practically stuck at his desk with little to do every day due to Mayor Lincoln's orders.Kurtz had a new coachman, a young policeman from Watertown.The carriage bumped forward, and Lei unconsciously dozed off. A man with a hideous face approached him and whispered, "I'm here, I'm not dead." But even in a dream, Ray also knew that this wasn't part of the riddle that Talbot's death required him to solve.I am not dead, I am alive.He was awakened by two men, clutching the leather harness of their wagon, discussing women's suffrage.He felt vaguely, and then realized clearly: the hideous guy in his dream looked exactly like the window jumper, only his face was three or four times bigger.After a while the bell rang, and the conductor shouted loudly: "Auburn Hill is here! Auburn Hill is here!"

Mabel Lowell, who had just turned 18, examined her father's French mahogany writing desk as she waited for her father to leave for a meeting at the Dante Club.In fact, he preferred to sit in the corner armchair and write on an old legal pad cardboard, and this writing desk was overkill for storing manuscripts. Mabel was not in the good spirits of her father.She had no interest in courting Harvard boys, nor in sitting with Amelia Holmes Jr.'s class of women and talking about who they rejected and who they accepted (foreign girls were exempt, because rejection was a given. things that are not worth discussing), they sounded as if the whole civilized world was waiting to join their girls' club.Mabel was eager to read, to travel the world, to see in real life what she read in the books of her father and other imaginative authors.

Dad's manuscripts are still randomly placed on the desk as usual, although it will be inconvenient to find them in the future and require special care, otherwise the heavy pile of paper may suddenly fall over.She found that several quills were worn out, leaving only bare barrels, and there were many poems that were only half written. In some places, she wanted to read on, but the ink was getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't see clearly. , is really frustrating.Her father often warned her not to write poems, because most of the poems that have been written are bad, and good poems, just as there are no perfect people, are impossible to write.

On a lined piece of paper was a strange sketch, drawn in pencil.The sketch was meticulous, and she imagined that it might have been a map drawn deliberately by someone lost in the forest, or it might have been drawn seriously, sketched by someone who was struggling with the meaning of hieroglyphs. Man trying to decipher some meaning or logo.As a child, when she traveled with her father, he would often sketch sketches of lecture organizers or foreign dignitaries with whom he had dined, and affix them to the margins of her letters.Now, thinking of the comical portraits that had made her laugh, her first conclusion was that the sketch was a depiction of someone's thighs, with oversized skates on their feet, and a flattened patch on their waist. Something like a board.Dissatisfied with this explanation, Mabel turned the sketch sideways and upside down, and saw that the jagged lines on the feet were more like the zigzagging shapes of flames than skates.

Longfellow read aloud the translation of the twenty-eighth, which they had discussed at the last meeting.Longfellow was in a good mood, because when the discussion was over, he could give Horton a proof copy of the piece to check with the catalog left at the Riverside Press.This is the most unpleasant of the chapters of the Inferno.In this chapter, Virgil guides Dante into the ninth fault of hell, a place called "evil bag".Here it is the aliens who are punished, who divide the nation, the religion, and the family, and in hell their bodies are mutilated and cut into pieces. "'I saw a ghost,'" Longfellow read his translation of the verse, "from the cleft of his jaw to the part where he made the ugliest noise."

Longfellow took a deep breath and read on. Between his legs hangs his bowels; the entrails and the swallowed The excreted stinky sacs are exposed outside.See "Divine Comedy: Hell", the twenty-eighth song "The Eighth Circle: The Ninth Fault. Those who spread discord". Dante had shown a certain restraint before this.This chapter shows Dante's sincere belief in God.Only the most steadfast allegiance to an immortal spirit could conceive of such a crude punishment upon a mortal body. "The ugliness in some of these passages," said Fields, "will shame the drunken horse dealers."

The other, with his throat poked, Shaved from the nose up to the brow, And only one ear, like the rest The ghost stood there watching in amazement, opened his Every part of the outside is a red throat. Dante knew these people!This phantom with its nose and one ear cut off is Pierda Medicina of Bologna, although he did not harm Dante, but in Dante's Florence Citizens sow discord.During his tour of hell, Dante never ceased to miss Florence.He longed to see his heroes redeemed in purgatory, rewarded in heaven, and the wicked cast into hell.The poet not only imagines hell as a possibility, but feels its reality.Dante even sees a relative of the Arikili family among those who have been cut into pieces, and he points to him, demanding that Dante avenge his death.