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CANTO XXXVI.
Still in the same gulf the explorer sees a sign which points to the "trash dumping ground." Curious to see what is called trash in Satan's domain, he follows the road that leads down through the red rock and comes to a pit "which all the words of Italy's bard would fail in power to describe."
In the bottom of this vast hole heaps of gnarled and shrivelled-up souls have fallen and are still falling. He learns that these are the souls of people who continually tried to underrate, or detract from, the success of others.
