No Exit

Think about the place you have chosen as your hell. Does it look ordinary and bourgeois, like Sartre's drawing room, or is it equipped with literal instruments of torture like Dante's Inferno? Can the mind be in hell in a beautiful place? Is there a way to find peace in a hellish physical environment?
    My image of hell (which I am not even sure there is one, in physical or afterlife form), is a place that is completely annoying.  The coffee is lukewarm, the chairs are slightly uncomfortable, the heat is just above room temperature, the beds are itchy, and the people are disagreeable.  So, I guess you would say it is a mixture of the two, not complete physical torture, but not completely mental either.  For the second question here: What constitutes a beautiful place? If a place is completely beautiful, inside and out, then you could not be in hell there.  Yes, there is always a way to find peace in a physical environment, there is something there that would interest you.

Could hell be described as too much of anything without a break? Are variety, moderation and balance instruments we use to keep us from boiling in any inferno of excess,' whether it be cheesecake or ravenous partying?
    It truly depends, is there such a thing as too much breathing? No, I truly do not moderate or add variety to keep from going to hell, but to keep things interesting.

How does Sartre create a sense of place through dialogue? Can you imagine what it feels like to stay awake all the time with the lights on with no hope of leaving a specific place? How does GARCIN react to this hell? How could you twist your daily activities around so that everyday habits become hell? Is there a pattern of circumstances that reinforces the experience of hell?
    The dialogue creates a sense of place in the fact that everything the people talk about is negatively connotated, giving the feel of a negative place.  No, in fact, it makes me sleepy to try. Garcin takes it to be a place to contemplate his life and to view his legacy.  I could make every day hell by not thinking of interesting things, and just doing work for the sake of just doing work.  I do not agree, although repetition can be hellish.