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38 Then his straightforward eyes he turned askance,

Eyed me a little, and then bowed his head;

He fell therewith prone like the other blind.

And the Guide said to me: "He wakes no more

This side the sound of the angelic trumpet;

When shall approach the hostile Potentate,

Each one shall find again his dismal tomb,

Shall reassume his flesh and his own figure,

Shall hear what through eternity re-echoes."

So we passed onward o'er the filthy mixture

Of shadows and of rain with footsteps slow,

Touching a little on the future life.

Wherefore I said: "Master, these torments here,

Will they increase after the mighty sentence,

Or lesser be, or will they be as burning?"

And he to me: "Return unto thy science,

Which wills, that as the thing more perfect is,

The more it feels of pleasure and of pain.

Albeit that this people maledict

To true perfection never can attain,

Hereafter more than now they look to be."

Round in a circle by that road we went,

Speaking much more, which I do not repeat;

We came unto the point where the descent is;

There we found Plutus the great enemy.