When we last left our heroes, they were travelling through Limbo, the place for those who did not attend university, those poor souls. Virgil points out some of the inhabitants of Limbo, all of whom exist on the lowest plain of punishment in the education system.
Virgil pointed towards some elderly men sitting around a table, apparently yelling at each other over some argument. All I could pick up were a couple stray words: logos, sophos, anoitos.
“Those are some of my old school mates,” Virgil said as he started naming some of them. “That one was old Plato, never would shut it about caves and lights and about how we’d never understand. And he was right too, none of us ever knew what he was talking about. To the left, the one sitting in the bathtub, he’s from Sicily. None of us talk to him much after he ran around naked a bit.”
“If you look ahead, you can see those poor fools who either went to trade school or started a business. No money in that.” Virgil nodded in the direction of a small conglomerate of people. As we passed, I saw the flashing of smiles and champagne. And was that Steve Jobs?
“So,” I started my question. “I thought this was ‘High School’?”
“Yeah,” came the quick reply. “The goal is to get to college, obviously. These guys made an alright choice, just not the correct one. If any of us went to a 4-year university, just imagine where we would be right now. That’s why we’re here. Plus, this is just the punishment part of education.”
We approached what appeared to be another precipice. This place seemed calm enough to me and a part of me wanted to stay, but I knew that we had a long way to go still.
At the precipice, we looked down into the darkness. I hesitated when Virgil motioned for me to jump. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed my hand and leaped off.
We landed in a dark, dull landscape, and we were hit by a burst of wind
“Ugh,” I said, putting my hand in front of my face. “Did we have to jump into this mess.”
“Just follow me, we’ll try and get out of here quickly,” Virgil replied. “The guy who runs this place, we’ll try and avoid him, maybe if we’re quie—”
Suddenly, a loud and horrible laughing filled the dark space, and we walked into a giant, slimy beast.
“Whoops,” whispered Virgil.
The monster now wrapped his tentacles around a bystander near us, and lifted him up.
“State your sin,” the monster said, belching.
“I flooded the bathroom,” replied the hooded figure, in a monotone voice.
“Then,” the monster smiled wickedly. “Begone!”
The hooded figure was thrown into the air, and flew well behind the monster, and down into the darkness. Now, the monster looked at us.
“What have we here,” he mused, reaching for Virgil. “I don’t see you around here often.”
“Stop,” Virgil put his hand out, blocking the reaching tentacle. “We’re here on orders from up top, we get a free pass, Minos.”
The monster, apparently Minos, stopped his tentacle and frowned. Sighing, he replied, “fine, you can pass, but just don’t complain when you get down there.”
So we passed by the monster and into a huge wall of wind.
And thus ends the third part of the Erudite Comedy, or otherwise known as, The Commedia Erudita!