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He was such a simp that it carried over into another artist a painter also named dante

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Poor ole' Borges almost had his head done in by one or two or three woman as well. If I remember correctly from his biography there was a period where he was more or less dating a famous dancer which might have been the most mismatched relationship possible.

Did you mean Dante Gabriel Rossetti? I know almost nothing about him and did a quick search.

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Yeah, I think he just used the name in honor of Dante and did alot of paintings of women including a few Beatrice paintings. I still wonder what Dante's wife thought about him always talking about this random lady he saw like twice.

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"For Dante there was now no home in this world. He wandered from patron to patron, from place to place; proving, in his own bitter words, “How hard is the path, Come e duro calle.” The wretched are not cheerful company. Dante, poor and banished, with his proud earnest nature, with his moody humors, was not a man to conciliate men. Petrarch reports of him that being at Can della Scala’s court, and blamed one day for his gloom and taciturnity, he answered in no courtier-like way. Della Scala stood among his courtiers, with mimes and buffoons (nebulones ac histriones) making him heartily merry; when turning to Dante, he said: “Is it not strange, now, that this poor fool should make himself so entertaining; while you, a wise man, sit there day after day, and have nothing to amuse us with at all?” Dante answered bitterly: “No, not strange; your Highness is to recollect the Proverb, Like to Like;” — given the amuser, the amusee must also be given! Such a man, with his proud silent ways, with his sarcasms and sorrows, was not made to succeed at court. By degrees, it came to be evident to him that he had no longer any resting-place, or hope of benefit, in this earth. The earthly world had cast him forth, to wander, wander; no living heart to love him now; for his sore miseries there was no solace here."

Thomas Carlyle, On Heroes, Hero-Worship, & the Heroic in History

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