“But what made It bearable were the friendships, of course, the camaraderie and the music and the Shakespeare, the moments of transcendent beauty and joy when it didn’t matter who’d used the last of the rosin on their bow or who anyone had slept with, although someone – probably Sayid – had written “Sartre: Hell is other people” in pen inside one of the caravans, and someone else had scratched out “other people’ and substituted “flutes”.”
