“All those eyes intent on me. Devouring me. What? Only two of you? I thought there were more; many more. So this is he|l. I’d never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the “burning marl.” Old wives’ tales! There’s no need for red-hot pokers. HE|L IS OTHER PEOPLE!” – Sartre
