Garcin: - Bronze ... (He caresses him.) Well, now is the time. Bronze is there, I contemplate it and I am com I'm in hell. I tell you that everything was planned. They had planned that I would hold out before the fireplace, pressing my hand on the bronze, with all eyes on me. All these looks that eat me ... (He turns abruptly.) Ha! there are only two? I thought you were much more numerous. (Laughs.) So, that's hell. I never thought ... You remember: sulfur, the stake, the grill ... Ah! what a joke. No need to grill: hell is the Others.
