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Scenery: Interior
No Exit was first presented in New York at the Biltmore Theatre with Claude Dauphin, Annabella, and Ruth Ford. Two women and one man are locked up together for eternity in one hideous room in hell. The windows are bricked up; there are no mirrors; the electric lights can never be turned off; and there is no exit. The irony of this hell is that its torture is not of the rack and fire, but of the burning humiliation of each soul as it is stripped of its pretenses by the cruel curiosity of the damned. Here the soul is shorn of secrecy, and even the blackest deeds are mercilessly exposed to the fierce light of hell. It is an eternal torment.
60 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1944
جارسان : ألن يأتي الليل ابداً
اينيز : ابدا
جارسان : هل ستظلين تراقبين؟
اينز : دائما
جارسان : لا استطيع ان أحبك وهى تراقبني
استيل : فى هذه الحالة سأجعلها تقف عن المراقبة
(تنزع قطاعة الورق وتتجه لتطعن اينز التى تضحك ساخرة)
اينز : انا ميتة .. كل السكاكين والحبال والسم ..كلها لا تجدي شيء
فقد مت سابقا وسنبقى هنا للأبد
جارسان : كنت سابقا لا أومن بالجحيم
والآن عرفت ما هو الجحيم… إنه الاخرون ..
L'enfer, c'est les autres
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. Hell is—other people!
يموت المرء دائماً قبل الآوان، او متأخراً جداً. ومع ذلك تنتهي الحياة، ويوضع الخط الأخير لجمع الحساب. انت لست سوى ما عشته

"You re-member 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. Hell is—other people!"
“As for me, I am mean: that means that I need the suffering of others to exist. A flame. A flame in their hearts. When I am all alone, I am extinguished.”
کوچولوی من، ما در جهنم هستیم. هرگز اشتباهی در کار نیست و هرگز مردم را برای هیچ و پوچ به دوزخ نمی کنند...
نمایشنامه خوبی بود. سارتر نشان داد که چگونه مردم، جهنمِ یکدیگر هستند.
گارسَن : ... عجب شوخی ای! نیازی به سیخ نیست: جهنم، همان دیگران است.
So this is hell. 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. Hell is—other people!


No Exit — Jean Jullien