Views of Hell

Hell conjures up different pictures for different people. For Swedenborg Hell is an abominable stench. It is also littered with rundown shacks, dunghills and shabbily dressed individuals.
For Sartre, notoriously, Hell is other people.
For Svidrigailov, a libertine in Dostoevski's Crime and Punishment, Hell - or rather, eternity - is a small room, filled with spiders.
For Dante it is an underground prison, containing various torture chambers.
For me, - this is tentative - Hell is, I think, a place filled with noise. Schopenhauer said that intelligent people are very sensitive to noise. I am not particularly intelligent, alas, but noise really disturbs me. My immediate neighbours right now are having some extensive works done. So I have plenty of noise close by. I really do dislike that very much.
I also dislike people playing their walkman music too loud in the Tube - I'd love to beat them on the head when they do that.
I would not however do what Schopenhaur did to the lady who was making a noise on his landing. He beat her up and threw her downstairs. No, never. Not to a lady. Very bad, especially for a philosopher like old Arthur, who built his ethical system on compassion.
Hell - not a pleasant subject, I admit. Heaven is much more suitable for meditation.
I cannot however state what Heaven is like for me, though I have a very definite picture. It would not be very wise.