As Virgil and Dante reach the border between Inferno Circles Three and Four, they are confronted by Plutus, the God of Wealth, clucking gibberish at them. Virgil cries, “Be quiet, cursed wolf of Hell: feed on the burning bile that rots your guts”, continuing that they are on mission from God. “As sails swollen by wind, when the ship’s mast breaks, collapse, deflated, tangled in a hep, just so the savage beast fell to the ground.” (Mark Musa, “The Portable Dante”.)
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