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 not be  there  alone,  for  the  presence  of  other  lost souls will  only  serve  to  aggravate  my  misery. I will be forced  to  listen  to  their  eternal  moans  and  cries, and hear  their  hoarse  voices  shout  blasphemies  and curses against  themselves,  their  companions,  their parents; against  their  partners  in  sin,  against  the saints and  angels  and  against  God. Parents curse their children  and  children  their  parents,  and  one sinner upbraids  another  for  causing  his  ruin. Such are the  sounds  I  will  have  to  hear,  while  I  myself  lend my voice  to  swell  the  chorus  of  universal  woe  which will proclaim  God's  justice  as  long  as  the  choir  of heaven  proclaims  His  mercy. Weeping and  gnashing of  teeth  and  woe  eternal. My sense  of  taste, too, shall  be  tortured. " They  shall  suffer  hunger like  dogs,"  says  Holy  Writ. Josephus relates  that at the  siege  of  Jerusalem,  so  great  was  the  famine, that men  drew  lots  and  devoured  one  another  and that even  the  mothers  cooked  and  ate  their  own nurslings. That siege,  Our  Lord  tells  us,  was  a  figure of  the  woe  to  come — the  torments  of  hell. Gnawing hunger  and  a  burning  thirst,  worse  than the thirst  of  the  famished  Arab  in  the  desert;  worse than that  of  Christ  on  the  cross — a  thirst  so  consuming that  the  lost  soul  dares  even  to  turn  to  God and cry  out:  "Father  Abraham,  have  pity  on  me, send  the  humblest  among  the  blessed  that  he  may place  one  drop  of  water  on  my  tongue  to  cool  this raging  thirst  with  which  I  am  devoured." Aye and it will  cry  in  vain,  for  there  is  no  relief. Again, my sense  of  smell — alas! another agony;  for  hell  is,  as