When trying to invasion dante's inferno this picture really captured it. When I think of hell and the "layers" of it. I take that literally. I imagine hell is stacked bodies or people and its crowded and disgusting. One thing that God has given us is nature and beauty and its open and free and it stretches for miles. But like this picture hell will be on going and infested with people and you will get yourself back again because your soul will no longer belong to you
Gustave Doré - "Altisidora le canta un romance a Don Quijote" (Don Quijote, tomo 2, capítulo 44) . Grabado.
The Mystery of Edwin Drood beigns as John Jasper leaves a London opium den
"In Bishopsgate" from Gustave Doré’s East End by the gentle author