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The doorThrough me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
        [ The Inferno, from The Divine Comedy of Dante
                Alighieri, translated by H.F. Cary ]

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The saberFlashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
Not the six hundred.
        [ The Charge of the Light Brigade,
          by Alfred, Lord Tennyson ]

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l - a silver saberFlashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunged in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
Not the six hundred.
        [ The Charge of the Light Brigade,
          by Alfred, Lord Tennyson ]

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The dwarfDwarfs have faces like men (ugly men, with wrinkled, leathery
skins), but are generally either flat-footed, duck-footed, or
have feet pointing backwards.  They are of the earth, earthy,
living in the darkest of caverns and venturing forth only
with the cloaks by which they can make themselves invisible,
and others disguised as toads.  Miners often come across them,
and sometimes establish reasonably close relations with them.
... The miners of Cornwall were always delighted to hear a
bucca busily mining away, for all dwarfs have an infallible
nose for precious metals.
Among other things, dwarfs are rightly valued for their skill
as blacksmiths and jewellers: they made Odin his famous spear
Gungnir, and Thor his hammer; for Freya they designed a
magnificent necklace, and for Frey a golden boar.  And in their
spare time they are excellent bakers.  Ironically, despite
their odd feet, they are particularly fond of dancing.  They
can also see into the future, and consequently are excellent
meteorologists.  They can be free with presents to people
they like, and a dwarvish gift is likely to turn to gold in
the hand.  But on the whole they are a snappish lot.
    [ The Immortals, by Derek and Julia Parker ]

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m - an opera cloakCloaks are the universal outer garb of everyone who is not a
Barbarian.  It is hard to see why.  They are open in front
and require you at most times to use one hand to hold them
shut.  On horseback they leave the shirt-sleeved arms and
most of the torso exposed to wind and Weather.  The OMTs
[ Official Management Terms ] for Cloaks well express their
difficulties.  They are constantly _swirling and dripping_
and becoming _heavy with water_ in rainy Weather, _entangling
with trees_ or _swords_, or needing to be _pulled close
around her/his shivering body_.  This seems to suggest they
are less than practical for anyone on an arduous Tour.
[ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ]

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