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Canto 6, Verse 22
And because I showed no fear, he wanted me to know more,
thus he opened the doors and I beheld them: shackled to their desks,
in life hereafter as they had been in life waking. Perhaps it was
the editor’s great sin that he be damned to a hell without love lost,
knives in the belly, soddering irons in the flesh, fire in the spirit.
Nay, we had lived too long and too little to earn anything but this.
Our hell was repetition.