Actually, maybe two years or so ago, I tried to point out to David a philogical problem with his translation but never mind that now.
I just came across this and had to publish it:
At the first turning of the second stair
I turned and saw below
The same shape twisted on the banister
Under the vapour in the fetid air
Struggling with the devil of the stairs who wears
The deceitful face of hope and of despair.
T.S. Eliot, “Ash-Wednesday”
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