And I, who stood intent upon beholding,
Saw people mudbesprent in that lagoon,
All of them naked and with angry look.
They smote each other not alone with hands,
But with the head and with the breast and feet,
Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth.
Said the good Master: Son, thou now beholdest
The souls of those whom anger overcame;
Inferno, Canto VII, 109-116
Discourse on Wrath
- Ira (Anger) by Annick Menardo
- "Compressed wrath"