If we are struck by Francesca's courteous speech, we note that she is also in the habit
of blaming others for her own difficulties; if we admire Farinata's magnanimity, we also note that his soul
contains no room for God; if we are wrung by Pier delle Vigne's piteous narrative, we also consider that he has totally abandoned his
allegiance to God for his belief in the power
of his emperor; if we are moved by Brunetto Latini's devotion to his pupil, we become aware that his view
of Dante's earthly mission has little
of religion in it; if we are swept up in enthusiasm for the noble vigor
of Ulysses, we eventually understand that he is maniacally egotistical; if we weep for Ugolino's piteous paternal feelings, we finally understand that he, too, was centrally (and damnably) concerned with himself, even at the expense
of his children.