« The Inferno contains all those who, according to the Dante of old, were condemned to infinite punishment. Today, however, they dwell here among us, the living, continuing their offences unpunished, uncondemned, and admired by many. Here everything is solid, oiled, guaranteed; nothing is doubted, and all suffering is shaken off. It is only we who presume not to be part of them, yet we are bound to them by our despondency, our lack of strength to oust them because they are frightening. We see their intentions, where they come from, and their goal, yet we must remain here, their allies, as long as we let them. »
Peter Weiss | writer, playwright