L’Inferno (1911, dir. Giuseppe de Liguoro)
The hurricane of Hell in perpetual motion
Sweeping the ravaged spirits as it rends,
Twists, and torments them. Driven as if to land,
They reach the ruin: groaning, tears, laments,
And cursing of the power of Heaven. I learned
They suffer here who sinned in carnal things—
Their reason mastered by desire, suborned.
As winter starlings riding on their wings
Form crowded flocks, so spirits dip and veer
Foundering in the wind’s rough buffetings,
Upward or downward, driven here and there
With never ease from pain nor hope of rest.
As chanting cranes will form a line in air,
So I saw souls come uttering cries—wind-tossed,
And lofted by the storm.
-Canto V, The Divine Comedy: Inferno
Ramon Novarro is getting the hang of college life as The Student Prince in Old Heidelberg, 1927
Isn’t Harold cute?
Rudolf Klein-Rogge in a production still from Metropolis (1927, Fritz Lang) Photo by Horst von Harbou.
The Bell Boy (1918)