| Dante's Party It was, of course, a New York affair, as Italy had gone the way of the communists, and the religion, while still around, was supplemented by a rigor of conceptual thinking known as theory. Somehow a new word they thought. He transplanted the best of Hell to the streets of the more vicious city, thinking truth was an apt occasion for a rebirth, and spiritual or commercial did not matter. Dante found, again, that the two could work as one, but invited all the wrong people. A taste of flesh and forward forward curves, and then the long climb up the burning ladder. | |