O, willful ignorants! Do you not see the future? Do you not grasp the splendor of my creation? The necessity? I know what I must do.īeneath me, dizzyingly far beneath me, the red tile roofs spread out like a sea of fire on the countryside, illuminating the fair land upon which giants once roamed … Giotto, Donatello, Brunelleschi, Michelangelo, Botticelli. They beg now, in quiet desperation, but I have turned my back. They rush forward in disbelief, wanting to grab at my feet, but fearing they will upset my balance and knock me off. Without warning, I turn and reach up, curling my fingers onto the high ledge, pulling myself up, scrambling onto my knees, then standing … unsteady at the precipice. We can force you to tell us where it is.”įor that reason, I have climbed halfway to heaven. They stare deep into my clear green eyes, and their expressions darken, no longer cajoling, but threatening. I stand now, cornered, my back to the cold stone. “For the love of God,” they shout, “tell us where you’ve hidden it!”įor precisely the love of God, I will not. The voices call out, arriving close behind me. Far below is the blessed city that I have made my sanctuary from those who exiled me. I rush to the head-high wall, peering through the slits. I climb the final stairs and arrive at the top, staggering near dead into the damp morning air.
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They do not understand what is coming … nor what I have done for them!Īs I climb, the visions come hard … the lustful bodies writhing in fiery rain, the gluttonous souls floating in excrement, the treacherous villains frozen in Satan’s icy grasp. They are behind me, unyielding, closing in. I urge my leaden legs up the narrow staircase … spiraling skyward on soft marble treads, pitted and worn. I turn the handle and step into the passage from which I know there will be no return. Crossing before the Bargello, I cut west toward the spire of the Badia and come up hard against the iron gate at the base of the stairs. I pass behind the palazzo with its crenellated tower and one-handed clock … snaking through the early-morning vendors in Piazza di San Firenze with their hoarse voices smelling of lampredotto and roasted olives. Here aboveground, I raise my eyes to the north, but I am unable to find a direct path to salvation … for the Apennine Mountains are blotting out the first light of dawn. Their persistence has kept me underground … forced me to live in purgatory … laboring beneath the earth like a chthonic monster. Their footsteps grow louder now as they hunt with relentless determination.įor years they have pursued me. Inferno is the underworld as described in Dante Alighieri’s epic poem The Divine Comedy, which portrays hell as an elaborately structured realm populated by entities known as “shades”-bodiless souls trapped between life and death.Īlong the banks of the river Arno, I scramble, breathless … turning left onto Via dei Castellani, making my way northward, huddling in the shadows of the Uffizi. Its name has been changed for considerations of security and privacy. “The Consortium” is a private organization with offices in seven countries.
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