“What the hell?" I asked. Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?”
“What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”
“There was a doorAnd I could not open it. I could not touch the handle.Why could I not walk out of my prison?What is hell? Hell is oneself,Hell is alone, the other figures in itMerely projections. There is nothing to escape fromAnd nothing to Escape to. One is always alone.”
“What the hell am I doing...? Escape holding myself as a hostage...? I won't be able to make it like that...”
“I'm going to enjoy this.”“What?” I asked. “Hell?”
“I am not one of those young ladies who are so daring to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time.”