“On the last day of April of 2052, as a newly discovered comet, Urga-Rampos, neared Earth, a very ill, very old, and very corpulent man started to shoulder his way into the thick hedges around the last public zoo on earth. Cuthbert Handley, a freshly minted nonagenarian—and a newly homeless one— clambered into the shrubbery as fast as his large, frail bones allowed (which wasn’t very). As the tough branches of yew and hazel abraded his arms and neck and face, he hardly felt them: what stung him was consciousness, every last red, lashing ray of it.”
“'In the middle of our life’s journey, I found myself in a dark wood.' So begins one of the most celebrated and challenging Divine Comedy poems ever written, Dante’s, a fourteen-thousand-line epic about the soul’s journey through the afterlife. The ten- sion between the pronouns says it all: although the 'I' belongs to Dante, who died in 1321, his journey is also part of 'our life.' We will all find ourselves in a dark wood one day, the lines suggest.”