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Other people constitute hell in the sense that, from the moment you are born, you find yourself in a situation to which you are compelled to submit. You are born the son of a wealthy man, or of an Algerian, or of a doctor, or of an American. Your future is, to a great extent, already planned out—a future fashioned by others before you.

They may not have created it directly, but they are part of the social order that shapes what you are. All these conditions have been imposed upon you by other people. In that sense, a correct description of such an existence is hell.