The setting is a small French theatre with a rounded wooden roof and red velvet seats. The curtain closes on the premier showing of Sartre’s “No Exit”. As the audience filters out, three men and one woman remain seated on the front row.
Sartre [turning to his colleagues]: What do you think of my show, gentlemen and lady?
Lewis [standing to stretch]: Very interesting, from the characters, to the set, to lack of an intermission. I was looking forward to getting some snacks.
O’Connor [rolls her eyes at Lewis, leans back to speak to Sartre]: I admit I enjoyed how clear and direct you were with the show. I am a firm believer that we must present shocking content to influence the audience.
Sartre: Yes, I wanted the audience to feel what the characters were feeling: isolation from being stuck in one place, the anticipation of what happens next, and finally the resignation of their fate. I’m sure you all noticed the lack of reflective surfaces in the show (19). The lack of a mirror forces the character to look at each other to see themselves, and it makes them extremely uncomfortable. The character Estelle expresses her unease with being unable to see herself when she says, “When I can’t see myself I begin to wonder if I really and truly exist.” (19)
Lewis [nodding in agreement]: When self-worth is determined from other people's perceptions, it leads to a sad culture indeed. People can know they exist because they have rational thought, and the rational thought comes from being created by a rational being. Look at the example of the different species on the planet Malacandra in my work Out of the Silent Planet: they are all hnau, which is my version of consciousness (69). Though they all appear different on the outside, they all are aware of their existence, their relationship to each other, and their relationship to Oyarsa, the being who rules over Malacandra (69, 70). It is because of this shared consciousness that they are able to live together in harmony (116). When there is no outside source for existence, there is no purpose for man.
Nietzsche [clearing his throat, loudly]: I must disagree. The purpose of man is not reliant on any outside source. I summed up the purpose of life quite well in my work The Anti-Christ: What is good is everything that “heightens the sense of power;” “everything that proceeds from weakness” is bad. Happiness comes from feeling your power increase, “that a resistance is overcome” (127). Power is the purpose of man’s existence, and the only way for man to be happy is by gaining power. Therefore, the relation man has to each other is a struggle to determine the strong and the weak.
Sartre [shaking his head]: But that is exactly the problem my characters face. A person cannot expect to do anything he wants and not face any consequences. Their actions have placed them where they are, and they cannot escape the consequences. Even when offered freedom, they do not leave (42). The characters are stuck with the consequences of their actions staring them in the face.
Nietzsche: But by placing them in what you describe as hell, you are suggesting an outside sense of morality, and I simply cannot agree. As I pointed out in my work, “A people perishes if it mistakes its own duty for the concept of duty in general” (134). One person’s virtues are not another person’s. It is not up to you or anyone else to tell me what is good and what is evil.
Lewis: But if there is no outside source of existence, no morality, then what governs man's relationship with each other? A majority of the characters in my work derive the basis of their relationship to each other from the assumption that they were all created by the same being. It is in other people that the image of God is seen, and the relationship with Him that should dictate man's relationship with each other. There’s a man in my work named Weston who believes in using power to control others. I believes his views are similar to yours, Nietzsche. He does not believe morals should govern people's behavior; he says, “Life is greater than any system of morality; her claims are absolute. It is not by tribal taboos and copy-book maxims that she has pursued her relentless march from the amoeba to man and from man to civilization” (135). He believes the greatest good is to continue the humans race (134, 137). He pushes past everything that isn't what he deems worthy to get what he desires.
Nietzsche: Yes, I agree with this man! “We no longer trace the origin of man in the ‘spirit’, in the ‘divinity’, we have placed him back among the animals” (136).
Lewis [smiling knowingly]: And it is that philosophy that makes Weston, who was a renowned physicist on Earth (15), extremely ignorant to everyone on Malacandra (127).
Nietzsche blinks, in shock. Sartre is visibly shaking from controlled laughter.
O’Connor [leaning forward with her hands folded]: In my short story A Good Man is Hard to Find, the characters struggle with the concept of what makes a good man. Is it appearance, is it birth, or is it actions? People who appear to be good based on their birth turn out to be untrustworthy (122). If there is no morality, then my character The Misfit, an infamous criminal, is correct when he says, “No pleasure but meanness” (132). He believes people are going to be punished anyway, whether we “kill a man or take a tire off his car” (131). But once The Misfit goes through with his philosophy and kills an innocent family, he realizes, “It’s no real pleasure in life” (133). Even when he did whatever he wanted to do, The Misfit had no real joy. Power did not lead to happiness for The Misfit, and I would suggest it will not lead to your happiness, Nietzsche.
Journalist pokes her head into the theatre.
Journalist: Monsieur Sartre, sir, a group of us from the newspaper would like to discuss the premier with you.
Sartre: Yes, of course. [turns to his guests] Thank you all so much for coming, I deeply appreciated your discussion. We must get together again sometime.
Sartre leaves. Lewis gives his arm to O’Connor who accepts with a smile.
Lewis [to Nietzsche, who has been silent]: Ms. O’Connor and I, in an attempt to embrace French culture, are going to a quaint coffee shop we saw on the way here. Would you like to join us?
Nietzsche [after a slight, reluctant pause] Yes. But you must promise to buy me one of those beignets I’ve heard so much about.
Lewis and O’Connor laugh goodnaturedly, and Nietzsche smiles. The trio exits the theatre, already beginning a heated discussion on the best way to take coffee.