Muse

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"Through me you pass

into the city of woe.

"Through me you pass

into eternal pain.

"Through me among the

people lost for aye.

"Justice the founder

of my fabric moved

"To rear me was the task

of Power divine,

"Supreme Wisdom,

and primeval Love.

"Before me things

create were none,

"save things Eternal

"and eternal I endure.

"Abandon all hope all ye

"who enter here."

And now you've listened

to that powerful reading,

can anyone tell me

why Dante's Inferno

is still so important today?

Am I to abandon all hope?

Lawrence.

Because he imagined hell.

Yeah.

Yeah, because he imagined hell.

He shared with us a version of

man's experience and

relationship to existence

to his sins, to his own mortality.

I mean, you all come here,

ladies and gentlemen

to get lost in the classics and

be inspired by the great masters

but also to begin and to

try to make sense of your own

descent into hell.

So, instead of the usual critical

analysis of Dante's Inferno,

I would like you

to provide me with an

alternative poetic proposal

to Dante's Hell.

Your own.

Your struggles,

your fears, your sins

whatever they may be.

Oh, and uh...

I want it by Monday.

Yeah, good weekend.

All right.

Thanks.

-Did you enjoy it?

-Yes.

Oh, really?

Oh, hello, Susan. Thanks.

Aren't you the hippest

professor of them all?

Darling, I would never dare

take that title away from you.

Well, I didn't just publish a book.

That obviously helped.

Don't worry, by this time next week,

they would have forgotten all about it.

There's a rectoral dinner

at my place tonight.

Select professors only.

Please come.

Ah, I'm afraid I can't tonight.

I have plans.

-Plans?

-Mm-hmm.

I imagine they're not staying

at home correcting exams.

Not exactly.

-Have a good weekend.

-You too.

Do you mind giving me

a lift, Professor?

-Are you sleeping?

-Mmm.

Why do you smell so good?

I'd like to stay like this

forever.

Not move, just stay here.

I don't think my publisher

would be too happy about that.

He has other writers,

he'll get over it.

You'll have to give up

going to university.

-Mm, I wouldn't mind.

-You wouldn't mind?

No.

We'll never be able

to make love again.

If it's only for that, we'll move.

How long have we been together?

I don't know, um, almost a year?

Thirteen months.

-Thirteen months?

-Mmm.

And no one knows.

So?

Do you love me, Samuel?

What sort of question is that?

-Don't laugh, I'm being serious.

-Well...

I mean it.

If you loved me, you wouldn't be

hiding from everyone all the time.

No.

But then the entire university

would be gossiping about us.

Is that what you want?

Just, I don't want

this ever to end.

Neither do I.

Then promise me.

You'll love me forever.

Okay.

Say it.

I promise.

Not like that, say it.

I promise.

I will love you forever.

Bye.

Oh, hello.

Hello.

You hungry?

You still love me, don't you?

I waited by the chapel door

But you were not inside

The bells began their pealing

In the silence

Sorry, you know...

The rain began to spatter

Baby, um

we've run out of cat food, so

I'm gonna have to pop out.

What do you say, I pick up

some takeaway on my way back?

No, no.

Oh, my God, what have you done?

Beatriz? Beatriz, come on!

Hold on, hold on, hold on!

Hold on!

What have you done? Sh*t!

Oh, f***! Oh, f***!

Baby, come on.

No!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

No!

Here you go.

Empty.

I know, but this is the reference,

that's what I'm saying.

I missed it, perhaps, ma'am.

You think you can manage?

Yeah, sure, I'll catch you later.

Hey.

Here I was thinking I would never

see you around here again.

Well, I'm sure there

are some people...

who'd be delighted

if that were the case.

I don't think that's true.

How are you?

Does that offer for

dinner still stand?

Of course.

That little girl

of five foot two

Amazing things

that she could do

It sounds creepy.

How long have you

been having them?

Every night

for the past... three weeks.

Are you seeing anyone

to help you with this?

First, I had a

a grief counselor but I decided

that wasn't really for me.

I'm sure it has

occurred to you that

these dreams might have

something to do with

what happened.

The woman in my dreams

looks nothing like Beatriz.

No, what I mean is like, y-your

head is trying to get rid of

the pain that's inside you,

like, you know, therapy.

It's got nothing

to do with that, okay?

Have you written anything?

I've got nothing to say.

Pfff.

Write about your dream.

Oh, sure. I'll become

a horror writer.

What's wrong about that?

Horror writers are sexy.

Come on.

Poets are starving, boring.

Oh, on that note,

I got that for your birthday

and then you disappeared, so...

better late than never.

Happy birthday to you.

Open it.

Now, that's what I call pressure.

Come on, use it for

your grocery list.

Or to correct exams.

You are a professor, remember?

And a good one, so.

Why don't you stop

biting your nails?

F*** you.

You miss me already?

Are you at home? Samuel?

Yeah, just got back.

Switch on the TV.

The local news channel.

Quick.

-Why?

-Just do it.

-Do it!

-Okay, okay.

Do you have it?

Murder has shaken the quiet

-Yeah.

-sleepy suburb of Ballsbridge.

A Garda spokesman has said

that the badly beaten corpse

was found on the second story

surrounded by what appears to be a

makeshift white circle on the floor.

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