One day (an absurd concept in Hell which is eternal and where there is no day or night or time zones or theoreticians to speculate on the nature of time) Harcourt wondered who he was. This came up because in wondering how to leave Hell, he wondered what skills he could bring to the task.
It seemed to him as if he lacked definition. In terms of characteristics, he was indefinable.
He realized he was Everyman and therefore lacked distinguishing features. He could not be anyone because he was everyone.
“I have no identity,” he thought. “I’m back in high school!”
And it made him so mad.
