Marginalia, no.138

Few places capture your imagination… even fewer capture your soul.

~ Hotel promotional pamphlet

If it weren’t for this little clue printed on the folding map handed to me by the concierge I don’t know how long it might have taken to figure out just where I was.  Hell is nothing like you imagine it.  Dante and Milton would be disappointed.  There’s valet parking, a fitness center and a miniature golf course.  There are also several casinos nearby, which you might have expected.  But the heated pool is not exactly a lake of fire.



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2 responses to “Marginalia, no.138

  1. Very nicely turned down. You are not far here from David Eagleman in “Sum: Forty Tales from the Afterlives.”

    But what I’d like to know is whether the heated pools in Hell are chlorinated. I hope not. Because that’s likely where I’m bound, and I have a topical allergy.

    Yours, Mark

  2. Ian Wolcott

    I had ask at the front desk about this, Mark, because now that you mention it, I did not notice the usual smell of chlorine.

    “Nope, no chlorine,” the fellow at the counter said. “We use something else.”

    “What?” I asked.

    “Sulfur – just a little of it.”


    He laughed. “We can afford to make a few small concessions to our guests’ expectations.”

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