Sartre's hell didn't consist of flames, cruel physical torture, or eternal laboring in the heat of the underworld; its suffering consisted of simply being in each other's presence.
" Has Jo smashed all the bottles by accident? " he whispered, " or am I merely laboring under a delusion that I saw some lying about loose this morning? "
" Do you indeed, my ministering angel? Then lice and slops are preferable to my conversation? Well, far be it from me to keep a pair of willing hands from laboring for Our Glorious Cause" .