Sunday, 30 April 2017

The deep stillness reigning in hell

How frightful is the deep stillness reigning in hell among these myriads of souls! I thought at first I should get used to it, but there is no getting used to it. It is stifling and oppressive. What a contrast with the multifarious hubbub of earth! Life may be ever so excited here, ever so restless, it is dead to the ear. I do not mean to say that words passing to and fro are devoid of sound, but it is unearthly, unclothed of its body, falling dead on the spot; I suspect that, like most things here, it is imaginary, unreal. Probably the meaning of anything that is said passes to the hearer without the medium of sound; he seems to hear with outward ears, but that is illusion.

Letters from Hell, L. W. J. S., Richard Bentley & Son, London, 1889