The demons told me that there is a hell for the sentimental and the pedantic. There they are abandoned in an interminable palace, more empty than full, and windowless. The damned walk about, as if searching for something, and, as we might expect, they soon begin to say that the greater torment consists in not participating the vision of God, that moral suffering is worse than physiscal suffering, etcetera. Thereupon the demons hurl them into the sea of fire, from whence noone will ever save them.