The good master said: ‘Son, now you see the souls of those whom anger overcame. 117 And I would have you know for certain ‘that plunged beneath these waters, → as your eyes will tell you, are souls whose sighs 120 with bubbles make the water’s surface seethe. ‘Fixed in the slime they say: “We were sullen in the sweet air that in the sun rejoices, 123 filled as we were with slothful fumes. ‘ “Now we are sullen in black mire.” This hymn they gurgle in their gullets, 126 for they cannot get a word out whole.’
