The angry demons pursue the Poets, who are forced to escape by scrambling down the upper bank of Bowge vi. Here they find Hypocrites, walking in Gilded Cloaks lined with lead. They talk to two Jovial Friars from Bologna, and see the shade of Caiaphas crucified upon the ground.
After an arduous climb from the bottom of Bowge vi, the Poets gain the arch of the seventh bridge. They hear voices from below, but it is too dark to see anything, so they cross to the far side and go down. The Seventh Bowge is filled with monstrous reptiles, among whom are the shades of Thieves. A Thief is stung by a serpent, reduced to ashes, then restored to his former shape. He reveals himself to be Vanni Fucci of Pistoia, who tells his story and predicts the overthrow of the Florentine Whites.
So I haven't heard a lot of suggestions regarding the next book. So far, Lugnuts has suggested All Is Grist, by G.K. Chesterton. I've put forward The Suicide of the West by Burnham (not Goldberg's), The Righteous Mind by Haidt, and Ship of Fools by Tucker Carlson. A recent incident reminded me of another book. I'm not sure how fruitful it would be for discussion, but I wouldn't mind trying White Girl Bleed a Lot by Colin Flaherty.
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