Now for something less sturm und drang (which is ironic, since just now it is thundering and raining outside) and more reflective.
We’re still attending the Dante reading group. Yesterday we did Canto XIV of Purgatorio and indulged some lively conversation over the meaning and intent. It’s become fairly obvious (long ago, back in Inferno it was obvious) that Dante was not talking about the afterlife, not in any serious way. All of this is a critique of the world and its denizens. It is a thoroughgoing strafing and scourging of the component parts of the world through which he moved. …