[Andrew Mandelbaum]

In Hell, battles of wits are played out by similar rules. Dante mops the floor with the Dullard. The Dullard pumps his fist in victory. Beatrice looks right through Dante as he holds out history, reason, and basic human decency in the palm of his hand. She loops her right arm into the crook of the Dullard's left, and then, caressing his tin foil helmet with her other hand, they go laughing into the sunless horizon together.

And they do it all over and over every thread. I mean day....