A few wandering souls were waiting for their turn in their journey to hell. They were speaking between themselves and they were saying: "I have heard that it is cold." While other was saying: "No, it is warm." Other was saying: "It is even worse. It is boring and full of mosquitoes." Other said: " It is worse because you call and they never answer." And then they came on the verge of hell and there was something as a big sign and in it a map that showed terrible, monstrous and frightful, indescribable places. Those places were reserved to those who in life had been vile. There were warm, cold and distressing regions, but the lower, lowest region, called the region of the solitude, was a very narrow place, reserved for only one soul, the worst of all. And the wandering souls were wondering for whom that place would be. Then, the doors of hell were opened and they could smell, see and feel the misfortune and anguish of the place. And a very ancient and dark voice said:  "You speak and murmur so much.! You must know that here in hell there is no salvation and that the lower, lowest region belongs to Pride."