And as i faced it, it would not retreat,
but paced before me and so blocked my way
that more than once i had to turn my feet
to retrace my steps. it was the break of day,
the sun was mounting in the morning sky
with the same starts as when that whole array
of lovely things was first given movement by
divine love. the sweet season of the year
and the hour made me think that i might try
the main idea of this selection from dante’s inferno is
a. virgil is a wise sage.
b. dante is lost in the woods.
c. dante encounters virgil and befriends him.
d. dante is lost in the woods and wanders into hell.