Dante's Monologue

The speaker, “Dante”, addresses his audience, the sinners of Anetenora and Ptolomea or the First and Second Rounds of the ninth Circle of Hell, with a sense of hostility and aggressiveness. In previous Cantos, Dante was portrayed as sympathetic and forgiving soul as he walked through Hell showing pity for them. However, the ideas that the speaker portrays in this Canto is one of having a lack of pity for the sinners of Hell Dante’s language throughout the Canto demonstrates the hatred that is to be had for sinners because of his told actions against the sinners. As he tells Friar Alberigo, “If you would have my service, / tell me your name; then if I do not help you / may I descend to the last rim of the ice” (ln. 115-117). He then goes back

As I picked him up he twisted in air landing -perfectly balanced - on the ground, holding my arms. He clutched my claws so hard I was finding it hard not to cry. My first instinct was to run, get out before I turned out like my meals. I started to run away hoping to loosen my attackers hands, but he stood firm pulling my arms back.

understands the accusations planned against Dantes. Fernand’s crime is a rash crime. Also with the desire to have Mercédès for himself, Fernand takes Danglars’s bait and mails the letter. Caderousse is guiltier of his cowardice. He is doesn’t participate in drafting or mailing the letter. Caderousse knows Dante’s motives with the letter are innocent, but he says nothing to defend Dantes when he is arrested. Caderousse feels bad for Dantes as well as guilt over his part in the crime, he is too scared of turning himself in and chooses to stay quiet and let an innocent man go to prison.

There's a creature looming in front of you with blood red eyes and teeth the size of butcher knives.

I awoke from my nap with a jolt. There was a man stabbing his sword over and over again into my belly. What is with these people and swords? He yelled out that his name was Beowulf but all I could do was howl in pain. “Please stop!” I screamed but he didn’t stop. That made me very angry and so I pushed him off and prepared to fight. We fought for a long time before he finally defeated me and as my world slowly went black all I could hear was the tapping off claws and then my mother’s

Minos is another figure from Classical mythology: he was the child of Zeus and Europa. Damnation is partitioned into seven circles, as per the reality of the wrongdoings. In this manner the primary, Limbo, is the minimum accountable, and the second, where the indecent are tormented, is likewise moderately mellow. This ethical structure gives us knowledge into the relative gravity of various sins in Dante's brain. The narrative of Lancelot and Guinevere, which Francesca distinguishes as the impetus for her undertaking with Paolo , was a French sentiment mainstream both in verse (by Chrétien de Troyes) and in a composition adaptation known as Lancelot of the Lake. As indicated by this writing content, it is Queen Guinevere, spouse of King Arthur,

Dante’s work Inferno is a vivid walkthrough the depths of hell and invokes much imagery, contemplation and feeling. Dante’s work beautifully constructs a full sensory depiction of hell and the souls he encounters along the journey. In many instances within the work the reader arrives at a crossroads for interpretation and discussion. Canto XI offers one such crux in which Dante asks the question of why there is a separation between the upper levels of hell and the lower levels of hell. By discussing the text, examining its implications and interpretations, conclusions can be drawn about why there is delineation between the upper and lower levels and the rationale behind the separation.

Before I can step forward any more strong arms wrap around me and someone is pulling me away. “Get off me. Don’t kill him!” I scream. I try to get away from whoever has gotten ahold of me, but I’m not strong enough. The arms are muscular and all I’m capable of is screaming for the guards to put down their guns and not to shoot.

The man got up and stood his ground as the massive beast barreled towards him. The man knew that he had one chance to make it out of this fight alive. Everything seemed to slow down as the man became focused on the approaching threat. He had noticed a break in the beast’’s armor. Just below the stomach lay a deformity, the Achilles heel of the monster. It would be difficult to hit but he knew that it must be done to be able to bring the monster down. He began to run towards the beast now, his senses heightened and he felt as if he was watching himself from above. The beast was now 100 yards away and it traveled at the same pace as it did before. Just before they connected, the man slid below the beast. Time was moving at snail's pace in the man’s eyes and he was just below the deformity. He thrust his sword up into the beast and the sword cut through like slicing butter. The man made it to the other side of the beast. The monster was motionless, then after a good minute had passed the nightmare had toppled over in a heap of flesh. The sword no longer glowed as he returned it to it’’s scabbard. The deed had been done, so he thought. He heard movement from where the beast was and he turned just in time to see a dark mist darting towards the trees, then it was gone. The man knew that this was far from

It was sometime in the middle of the 17th century that British cleric Thomas Fuller wrote, "He that falls into sin is a man; that grieves at it, is a saint; that boasteth of it, is a devil." If Fuller was right, where does one place Dante, the pilgrim who bravely wandered where no man had wandered before? Certainly, the sojourner precisely written by the poet of the same name was a man. Certainly, also, he repented his sinful ways (how could one not after braving not only the depths of Hell but later the stretches of Purgatory and the "many waters" of Heaven?), but he was no saint. Indeed, Inferno itself can be easily construed as a boast of sorts—made it through hell, met Lucifer, bought the t-shirt. But in reality,

Throughout history monsters and hideous beasts have been used to terrify men.  Dante uses beasts not only to terrify, but to be images of individual

Suddenly a piercing cry came from my bedroom. I darted up the stairs following the cry of such extreme agony. I stopped in the bedroom doorway to find my wife’s lifeless body lying on the floor with a hulking figure peering over it. What at first glance I thought to be my mortal enemy was actually my second creation.

I can show you where the brimstone sun has no remorse Where the shattered souls fall with the ashen rain Where the robes of reapers bear symbols of well-being Yet they burn our homes And take our children, And bury us All. Oh how I recall the drum of the gun They tried to flee, but died, each One.

The figure stepped forward, towards the downed man. Its eyes glowing an eerie yellow, which reflected in the fearful eyes of the man,... eyes of a monster. The monster closed in on the man, a deep guttural laugh escaping from the monster.

In the black of the night in the bushes behind us we heard a hair raising murmur right after that a face appeared or at least I thought it was the body was transparent it blended in with the fog I welled “ghost” It also looked like a pirate so I said Pirate” the loud noise of my yelling caught the attention of something even more dangerous splash a 30 foot gator jumped out of the water in-shock I stood still I was petrified then lucy slapped me it hurt the sting was horrible I looked over it wasn’t lucy it was a bat the wigs were horned I held my face in pain and fell to the ground completely forgetting about the 30 foot gator that lurked below but it didn’t forget about me it lunged out of the water I covered my head closed my eyes waiting for the pain then a loud bang the pain never came I opened my eyes there was a very large man at least seven feet tall with a large black beard he extended his arm down to help me up it took his arm and