o pater, anne aliquas ad caelum hinc ire putandum est sublimis animas iterumque ad tarda reverti corpora? quae lucis miseris tam dira cupido? dicam equidem nec te suspensum, nate, tenebo, suscipit Anchises atque ordine singula pandit.
But, father, must we think that any souls pass aloft from here to the world above and return a second time to bodily fetters? What mad longing for life possesses their sorry hearts? I will surely tell you, my son, and keep you not in doubt, Anchises replies, and reveals each truth in order.
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