Bertran in Hell, according to Dante |
It pleases me immensely
when I see rotten rich people
suffer, the ones who make
trouble for noblemen, and it-
pleases me when I see them
destroyed, twenty or thirty
from day to day, when I find
them without clothes, and
begging for bread. If I'm
lying, may my lady lie to me!
A peasant has the habits of a
pig, for he is bored by noble
living; when a man rises to
great riches, his wealth drives
him mad. So you must keep
him empty in all seasons,
spend what's his, and expose
him to wind and rain.
Whoever doesn't ruin his
peasant sustains him in
disloyalty. So a man's a fool
who doesn't knock him down
when he sees him climbing
up, because once peasant has
established himself, once he
entrenches himself in a very
strong place, he has no peer
in evil, for he spoils everything
he can reach.
A man should never feel sorry
for a peasant if he sees him
break an arm or a leg or do
without something he needs.
For a peasant--so help me
God--doesn't want to use
what he has to help even his
closest kin, not for tears, not
for pity; he naturally shuns
any such deed.
A low rascally gang, full of
tricks and usury, pride and
excess! You can't endure
their deeds, for they toss God
aside along with all loyalty
and right. They do just as
Adam did. God give them
bad luck! Amen.
No wonder that my protagonist, Henry the thief, refugee and ex-peasant, hates guys like this.
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