Thus, in the late medieval vision by Dante Alighieri, the Inferno welcomed cursed souls consigned to eternal damnation. The poet himself, or rather his alter ego, upon crossing the threshold of hell, travelled through successive circles of the netherworld and described them in this way: There sighs, complaints, and ululations loud Resounded through the air without a star, Whence I, at the beginning, wept thereat. Languages diverse, horrible dialects, Accents of anger, words of agony, And voices high and hoarse, with sound of hands, Made up a tumult that goes whirling on Forever in that air forever black, Even as the sand doth, when the whirlwind breathes.