THE OTHER ONE. Never!—That word "end" is not known to us here.
JUDGE. [Crushed] No end! [Looking around] And does the sun never enter this place of damp and cold?
THE OTHER ONE. Never, for those who dwell here have not loved the sun!
JUDGE. It is true: I have cursed the sun.—May I confess my sins?
THE OTHER ONE. No, you must keep them to yourself until they begin to swell and stop up your throat.
OLD LADY. [Kneeling] O—I don't know how to pray!
She rises and walks restlessly back and forth, wringing her hands.
THE OTHER ONE. Because for you there is no one to whom you might pray.
OLD LADY. [In despair] Children—send somebody to give me a word of hope and pardon.
THE OTHER ONE. It will not be done. Your children have forgotten you—they are now rejoicing at your absence.