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 CANTO XLVIII.

takes an elevated train and gets off at a street called "Big Head Boulevard," a long deep defile in the rock where some of the conceited people of earth are made to take up their existence in cave-like shops and perform menial service for the Demons. Men who held important positions and became "puffed-up" are forced into the dignified occupation of driving tar-wagons for the "Good-Intention Street Pavement Co."

Here are the conceited men of the arts and letters—the "swelled heads" of the theatrical profession and the arrogant worshippers of ancestry.

The latter are hoof-trimmers.