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NO exit Huis Clos - 1944

NO exit Huis Clos - 1944

Huis Clos, the French equivalent of the legal term in camera, referring to a

Huis Clos, the French equivalent of the legal term in camera, referring to a private discussion behind closed doors; English translations have also been performed under the titles In Camera, No Way Out and Dead End.

The play was first performed at the Théâtre du Vieux-Colombier in May 1944, just

The play was first performed at the Théâtre du Vieux-Colombier in May 1944, just before the liberation of Paris in World War II

Sartre deliberately wrote No Exit as a oneact play so that theatergoers would not

Sartre deliberately wrote No Exit as a oneact play so that theatergoers would not be kept past the German-imposed curfew.

No Exit is widely regarded as the literary expression of another Sartrean work, Being

No Exit is widely regarded as the literary expression of another Sartrean work, Being and Nothingness, published the same year.

Questions Why were they put together? Why there’s no mirror? What kind of torture

Questions Why were they put together? Why there’s no mirror? What kind of torture do they exactly inflict on each other? How could they save themselves?

One student wrote: These characters torture each other because they are able to reflect

One student wrote: These characters torture each other because they are able to reflect one another better than any mirror. That being said, they also torture one another because they are what they can't have. Inez wants Estelle, who wants Garcin, who sides more with Inez (after wanting Estelle's love/trust, which she is incapable of giving). Great big happy un-love triangle. But there is much more to Sartre's quirky and fun imagining of hell than just three people's torment. Sartre's saying something that's very true to human nature.

Some people we hate without mercy but can't live (or be dead) without. Dealing

Some people we hate without mercy but can't live (or be dead) without. Dealing with other people is hell. Not circumstances or red-hot pokers, physical torture or our own emotional pa For example, me and my sister mutually despise one another. At the end of the day, we pull out the metaphoric paper knife and try to kill eac catty remarks, and the occasional threat of bodily harm. But it doesn't get us an There's no escaping each other and there's no escaping the truth. How i

Another student wrote: This is, perhaps, the most legitimate and frightening picture of Hell

Another student wrote: This is, perhaps, the most legitimate and frightening picture of Hell I've seen to date, and in light of my experiences in illustrative and textual fantasy works that concern themselves primarily with physically and psychologically scaring the crap out the viewer/reader with a particularly disturbing view of Hell, that's quite a statement for my own part. My views are, of course, subject to no less than a dozen personal fears which Sartre touched on individually: 1> Forever: I don't care if it's bliss or burning, you propose having to be subjected to anything forever, with no foreseeable or even imaginable end, and I'll promptly take living a hundred contemptible lives over it any day. The mere abstraction of 'forever' makes me shiver. Reality outside of a timeline doesn't really seem to carry with it any kind of need for initiative, for good or evil.

> The bell/buzzer which does and doesn't work: As if hell isn't bad enough,

> The bell/buzzer which does and doesn't work: As if hell isn't bad enough, th > Hell's patrons have family: Somehow being stuck with the valet and his unc > No food: Although hunger wasn't mentioned, I'd assume that it would enha > No privacy: Having company every day, every minute, forever seems like t

Who is hell for you?

Who is hell for you?

Wait! You'll see how simple it is. Childishly simple. Obviously there aren't any physical

Wait! You'll see how simple it is. Childishly simple. Obviously there aren't any physical torments—you agree, don't you? And yet we're in hell. And no one else will come here. We'll stay in this room together, the three of us, for ever and ever. . In short, there's someone absent here, the official torturer. GARCIN [sotto voce]: I'd noticed that. INEZ: It's obvious what they're after—an economy of man-power—or devil-power, if you prefer. The same idea as in the cafeteria, where customers serve themselves.

No eyelids Your eyelids. We move ours up and down. Blinking, we call it.

No eyelids Your eyelids. We move ours up and down. Blinking, we call it. It's like a small black shutter that clicks down and makes a break. Everything goes black; one's eyes are moistened. You can't imagine how restful, refreshing, it is. Four thousand little rests per hour. Four thousand little respites—just think!. . . So that's the idea. I'm to live without eyelids. Don't act the fool, you know what I mean. No eye-lids, no sleep; it follows, doesn't it? I shall never sleep again. But then—how shall I endure my own company?

Life with-out a break. With one's eyes open. Forever. Always broad daylight in my

Life with-out a break. With one's eyes open. Forever. Always broad daylight in my eyes—and in my head

No mirrors When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really

No mirrors When I can't see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist. I pat myself just to make sure, but it doesn't help much.

Inez is the mirror Why?

Inez is the mirror Why?

GARCIN: But were they the real reasons? ESTELLE You've a twisted mind, that's your

GARCIN: But were they the real reasons? ESTELLE You've a twisted mind, that's your trouble. Plaguing yourself over such trifles! GARCi. N: I'd thought it all out, and I wanted to of make a stand. But was that my And, to tell the truth, I had quite a habit real motive? living among furniture that I didn't INEZ: Exactly. relish, and in false positions. I'd even come That's the question. Was that your real motive? No doubt you to like it. A false position in a LOUISargued it out with Philippe yourself, you weighed the pros and cons, dining-room—you know the style? —well, found that had its points, you know. you Bogus in good reasons for what you did. But fear and bogus, so to hatred and all the dirty little instincts one speak. keeps dark—they're motives too. So carry on, Mr. Garcin, and try to be honest with yourself —for once.

I lost my parents when I was a kid, and I had my young

I lost my parents when I was a kid, and I had my young brother to bring up. We were terribly poor and when an old friend of my people asked me to marry him I said yes. He was very well off, and quite nice. My brother was a very delicate child and needed all sorts of attention, so really that was the right thing for me to do, don't you agree?

My husband was old enough to be my father, but for six years we

My husband was old enough to be my father, but for six years we had a happy married life. Then two years ago I met the man I was fated to love. We knew it the moment we set eyes on each other. He asked me to run away with him, and I refused. Then I got pneumonia and it finished me. That's the whole story. No doubt, by certain standards, I did wrong to sacrifice my youth to a man nearly three times my age. [To GARCIN] Do you think that could be called a sin?

GARCIN [putting his hands on her shoulders]: Listen! Each man has an aim in

GARCIN [putting his hands on her shoulders]: Listen! Each man has an aim in life, a leading motive; that's so, isn't it? Well, I didn't give a damn for wealth, or for love. I aimed at being a real man. A tough, as they say. I staked everything on the same horse. . Can one possibly be a coward when one's deliberately courted danger at every turn? And can one judge a life by a single action?

INEZ Why not? For thirty years you dreamt you were a hero, and condoned

INEZ Why not? For thirty years you dreamt you were a hero, and condoned a thousand petty lapses—because a hero, of course, can do no wrong. An easy method, obviously. Then a day came when you were up against it, the red light of real danger— and you took the train to Mexico. GARCIN. I "dreamt, " you say. It was no dream. When I chose the hardest path, I made my choice deliberately. A man is what he wills himself to be. INEZ: Prove it was no dream. It's what one does, and nothing else, that shows the stuff one's made of.

If you are frank, if we bring our specters into the open, it may

If you are frank, if we bring our specters into the open, it may save us from disaster. So—out with it! Why?

Open your hands and let go of everything.

Open your hands and let go of everything.

That's when they realize that: All of me's here, in this room

That's when they realize that: All of me's here, in this room

All you own is here. Would you like that paper-knife? Or that ornament on

All you own is here. Would you like that paper-knife? Or that ornament on the mantelpiece? That blue sofa's yours. And I, my dear, am yours forever.

The earth has left me. I've dropped out of their heart like a little

The earth has left me. I've dropped out of their heart like a little sparrow fallen from its nest.

Emotional path of escape: Peter dear, think of me, fix your thoughts on me,

Emotional path of escape: Peter dear, think of me, fix your thoughts on me, and save me. All the time you're thinking "my glancing stream, my crystal girl, " I'm only half here. I'm only half wicked, and half of me is down there with you, clean and bright and crystal-clear as running water. . . What's wrong with this?

Inez: It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let you go. What do

Inez: It's no use trying to escape, I'll never let you go. What do you hope to get from her silly lips? Forgetfulness? But I shan't forget you, not I!

Garcin: Open the door! Open, blast you! I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and

Garcin: Open the door! Open, blast you! I'll endure anything, your red-hot tongs and molten lead, your racks and prongs and garrotes-all your fiendish gadgets, everything that burns and flays and tears—I'll put up with any torture you impose. Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and ca-resses one and never hurts quite enough.

GARCIN Will night never come? INEZ: Never. GARCIN: You will always see me?

GARCIN Will night never come? INEZ: Never. GARCIN: You will always see me?

You re-member all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the

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!

Understanding others--Social Cognition • How do we develop an understanding of others’ minds? •

Understanding others--Social Cognition • How do we develop an understanding of others’ minds? • How do we make attributions about others from their behavior?

Dealing with others--Social Behavior • How do we change in the ways that we

Dealing with others--Social Behavior • How do we change in the ways that we deal with others? • How does our concern for others’ judgments affect our actions?

 • Knowing yourself--Self-Esteem • Nature of self-esteem • Is self-esteem important?

• Knowing yourself--Self-Esteem • Nature of self-esteem • Is self-esteem important?