“Dad, will you read me another canto from Dante? I want to draw it.”

I read Canto II of Inferno, but wasn’t visually interesting. But Canto III, when Dante and Virgil enter the Gates Of Hell — yeah, that worked. Here are some lines (trans. Musa):

Here signs and cries and shrieks of lamentation

echoed throughout the starless air of Hell;

at first these sounds resounding made me weep:

 

Tongues confused, a language strained in anguish

with cadences of anger, shrill outcries

and raucous groans that joined with sounds of hands,

 

raising a whirling storm that turns itself

forever through that air of endless black,

like grains of sand swirling when a whirlwind blows.

“Why is Hell pink?” said Lucas, when he saw her drawing.

“It’s the closest thing I could find to red,” she said.

Hoo boy.