For what can be more wretched than the wretch who has no pity upon himself, who sheds tears over Dido, dead for the love of Aeneas, but who sheds no tears for his own death in not loving thee, O God, light of my heart, and bread of the inner mouth of my soul, O power that links together my mind with my inmost thoughts?
The Confessions of St. Augustine, Book I (trans. Albert C. Outler)
Dante
Saturday, October 6, 2012
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