“There are souls beneath that water. Fixed in slime they speak their piece, end it, and start again: 'Sullen were we in the air made sweet by the Sun; in the glory of his shining our hearts poured a bitter smoke. Sullen were we begun; sullen we lie forever in this ditch.'; This litany they gargle in their throats as if they sand, but lacked the words and pitch.” ― Dante Alighieri, Inferno (Divine Comedy)