Thursday, November 29, 2012

No Exit

I've found this piece of literature particularly interesting. A vast change from the usual view on people, in an allegorical manner. Three people are in a room, Inez, Garcin, and Estelle. The room is hell. Hell is other people. Ergo, the motley crew interacts with one another in such a fashion. Each person has done something deserving of the fate they had reached, and each with their own personalities.
-Inez cruel overall and has a very bitter outlook on human being in general. She is vastly jealous of Estelle's looks and judges Garcin for being cowardly
-Estelle is self indulged. She is conceited to a very sinful point, and is lustful towards Garcin, and wishes to ignore Inez.
-Garcin is a coward who constantly looks for self validation. He wants nothing more than for Inez to accept him as a person and grant him compliments, but she is non complient, and Estelle's moves don't make too much of an impact
Each one of the members wants something they can't get from someone else, so each is trapped in the room, even with access out. As it has been said "Hell is other people"

My hell:
Yea both pain and company. Pain can be adjusted to "eventually" I'd assume. However, it seems the pain of a mistake doesn't seem to leave so easily. But no, no couches anywhere. Couches would make me happy no matter who was with me. And in a hellish environment, it is your own situation in which no peace can be found.

Too much of anything without a break:
I'd have to disagree that this is truly bad. Very possibly it loses enjoyment, but it can't be the worst thing you imagine. Too much sleep doesn't seem like hell to me.

Setting:
The setting of the play is in a very ordinary room. However, the room doesn't seem to be comfortable, and in fact seems to be combating the individuals in it the whole time do to its limitations. Garcin seems to simply want to leave at first, but it trapped by his own undoing. Daily habits, when they seem to be pointless beyond all means, can seem to be hellish.





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