Gross hailstones, water gray with filth, and snow come streaking down across the shadowed air; the earth, as it receives that shower, stinks.

Over the sould of those submerged beneath that mess, is an outlandish, viscious beast, his three throats barking, doglike: Cerberus.

--Dante Inferno

I have good reason, too, for being upset. After all, lots of people are saying that the world it about to end.

Everybody has such a different way of dealing with it. There are people like me, who just get quiet and upset, like me, although I guess I'm not all that quiet. There's my next door neighbor, who with his usual style, is having loud sex, and then there are those who seem bent on ignoring the whole thing.