Canto III
‘Through me the way to the city of desolation,
through me the way to everlasting pain,
through me the way to souls in abomination.
Justice moved my great maker in my design.
I was created by the primal love,
wisdom supreme and potency divine.
Before me nothing was created save
the eternal, and I endure eternally.
All you who enter, let no hope survive.’
In darkly colored letters I could see
these words inscribed on a portal overhead.
“Master,” I said, “this saying is hard for me.”
Like one who knows and understands, he said:
“Here all your doubt is to be left behind,
here all your cowardice is to fall dead.”
Inferno, Canto III, regels 1 tot 13
Dante Alighieri
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En thans discussieert men hier over de afschaffing van het voorgeborgte...
Kennelijk heeft men hier iets gemist!
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