The souls of those, whom anger overcame.
This too for certain know, that underneath
The water dwells a multitude, whose sighs
Into these bubbles make the surface heave,
As thine eye tells thee wheresoe'er it turn.
Fix'd in the slime, they say: 'Sad once were we,
In the sweet air made gladsome by the sun,
Carrying a foul and lazy mist within:
Now in these murky settlings are we sad.'
Such dolorous strain they gurgle in their throats,
But word distinct can utter none."
Dante, Inferno, Canto VII in Henry Cary's
1888 translation: I would quote you in the
original, if there were not a circlet of hell
reserved for the incompetent pretentious.
Why a cockroach? Why not? Mr X will appreciate
it, I hope. I saw one in a British Rail buffet
once, eating my sammich (that was before I
purchased the aforesaid sammich). It was making
away with the Warm Chicken filling, so you bet
I purchased that sammich quick so I got some
Hope you all enjoying this Blogs. And all the other
Blogs which complain about Budget and Politicians
but I am not so clever for that!
I give Mr H Cary his "murky settlings", n1ce 1 dood.