Nullae hic insidiae tales; absiste moveri; nec vim tela ferunt; licet ingens ianitor antro
aeternum latrans exsanguis terreat umbras,
casta licet patrui servet Proserpina limen.
That’s not what we’re up to here. Relax. The weapons you see aren’t for that. The big dog will keep barking, terrifying the bloodless souls trying to escape, and Proserpina’s chastity will stay in tact.
Charon ferries souls to the underworld, and he’s got a business to run. He expresses discomfort at yet another hot shot hero, like Hercules, trying to grab a ride on his boat to prove a point. There is something endearing about Charon’s protectiveness of the underworld; he’s fighting gentrification. Once all these living souls arrive, the place will go to hell. Don’t worry, the Sibyl says, that’s not what this is about. Aeneas is here to get information about the future of Rome. You, the dawg, and Persephone will be fine. It is a funny scene. Humor is a superpower.
Roger Valdez 