Sample Voice Over - Dante's Inferno, Canto 1
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Midway in our life's journey. I went to stray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in the dark wood. How shall I say what that word was? I never saw so Dreer, so rank, so arduous wilderness. Its fair memory gives a shape to fear. Death could scarcely more bitter than that place. But since it came to good, I will recount all that I found revealed there by God's grace. How I came to it? I cannot rightly say so drugged and loose with sleep. I had become when I first wandered there from the true way. But at the far end of that valley of evil whose maze had sapped my very heart with fear. I found myself before a little hill and lifted up my eyes. Its shoulders glowed already with a sweet ray of that planet whose virtue leads men straight on every road. And the shining strengthened me against the fright whose agony had racked the lake of my heart through all the terrorists of that piteous night. Just as a swimmer with who his last breath flounders a show from perilous seas might turn to memorize the wide water of his death. So did I turn my soul still fugitive from death's surviving image to stare down that path that none had ever left alive. And there I lay to rest from my heart's race till common breath returned to me. Then rose and push up that dead slope at such a pace. Each footfall rose above the last and low. Almost at the beginning of the rise, I faced a spotted leopard, all tremor and flow and Godly pelt and it would not pass but stood so blocking my every turn at time. And again, I was on the verge of turning back to the wood. This fell at the first widening of the dawn as the sun was climbing airs with those stars that rode him with lights to the new creation. Thus, the holy hour and a sweet season of commemoration did much to all my fear of a bright murderous beast with their good omen yet not so much, but with what I shook with dread at the sight of a great lion that broke upon me, raging with hunger. Its enormous head held high as if to strike a mortal terror into the very air and down his track. A she wolf drove upon me a starved horror, ravening and wasted beyond all belief. She seemed a rack for avarice, gaunt and craving. Oh many the souls she has brought to endless grief. She brought such heaviness upon my spirit at the sight of her savagery and desperation. I died from every hope of that high summit and like a miser, eager in acquisition, but desperate in self reproach. When Fortune's Wheel turns to the hour of his loss, all tears and attrition, I wandered back and still the beast pursued, forcing herself against me bit by bit till I slid back into the sunless wood. And as I fell to my soul's ruin, a presence gathered before me on the discolored air to the figure of one who seemed horse from long silence and outside of him in that friendless waste. I cried, have pity on me. Whatever thing you are with a shade or living man and its replied not man though man. Once I was and my blood was Lombard. Both my parents man. I was born though late Sub Julio and breaded in Rome under Augustus in the noon of the false and lying Gods. I was a poet and sang of old Anti's noble son who came to Rome after the burning of Troy. But you, why do you return to the distresses instead of climbing that shining amount of joy which is the seat and first cause of man's bliss. And are you then that Virgil and the fountain of pure speech? My voice grew tremulous glory in light of poets. Now that May zeal and loves apprenticeship that I have poured out on your heroic verses serve me well. For you are my true master and first author that sole maker from whom I drew the breath of that sweet style whose measures have brought me honor. See their mortal sage, the beast, I flee for my soul. Salvation from who I drew breath. I beg you got me from her for she has struck a mortal tremor through me. And he replied, seeing my soul in such tears, he must go by another way. Who would escape this wilderness for that mad beast that flees before you. There suffers no man to pass. She tracks down all kills all and knows no glute. But feeding, she grows hungrier than she was. She mates with any beast and will mate with more before the greyhound to hunt her down. She will not feed on lands nor loot but honor and love and wisdom will make straight his way. He will rise between fro and fro and in him shall be the resurrection. And the new day of that sad Italy for which Nisus died. Antonis and ear and the maid Camila, you shall hunt her through every nation of sick pride till she is driven back forever to ****. When envy first release her on the world. Therefore, for your own good, I think it's well, you follow me and I will be your guide and lead you forth to an eternal place. There. You shall see the ancient spirits tried in endless pain and hear the LA nations as each bemoans, the second death of souls. Next you shall see a burning mountain souls in fire and yet content in fire. Knowing that whensoever it may be they yes, will mount to the blessed choir to which it, it is still your wish to climb. A worthier spirit shall be sent to guide you with her. Shall I leave you for the king of time? Who reigns on high, forbids me to come there since living, I rebelled against his law. He rules the waters and the land and air and there holds court, his city and his throne. Oh, bless her that he chooses and I to him, poets. But I got to you unknown. Let me this way beyond this present ill and was the dread lean me to Peter's Gate and be my guide through the sad holes of ****. And then he said, follow and he moved ahead in silence and I followed where he led.