Dante and Virgil by Bouguereau at the Musée d’Orsay, taken by me
“Come, and see.” Herod tasted ash. It was a dream, surely. It had to be. And yet…the heat from the columns of fire burned his skin as though they truly raged besides him. He turned and twisted against the summons, willing himself to look anywhere but toward the gruesome dance before him. “Come, and see.” … Read more