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Who could find words, even in free-running prose,
     To describe the wounds I saw, in all their horror—
     Telling it over as many times as you choose,

It’s certain no human tongue could take the measure
     Of those enormities. Our speech and mind,
     Straining to comprehend them, flail, and falter.

—Dante Alighieri, from Inferno: Canto XXVIII
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