O reader, do not ask of me how I grew faint and frozen then – I cannot write it: all words would fall far short of what it is. (Dante, Inferno 33.22-24) With these words, Dante the Poet begins to recollect his encounter with Satan, frozen in ice at the bottom of Hell. Dante’s SatanContinue reading “When Words Fail: Abortion, Dante, and Corpus Christi”
Living Full Throttle 