17 AUGUST 1951, Page 16

“I Couldn't Care Less."

Sist,—'lire fate of the accidiosi in. Dante's Purgatorio, recalled by Mr Hogg, was unpleasant enough, but it was nothing to what happened to them in the Inferno (Canto VII) ; " Fixed in the slime they say: We-once were morose in the sweet air that is gladdened by the sun, bearing within our hearts the fumes of slothfulness: now Ave are morose in the black ooze.' This hymn they gurgle in their throats, for (being choked by mud) they cannot say it in distinct