‘I know, and very bad luck it is. But a world in which beastly things can happen to people through no fault of their own_ or, at least not-mainly through their own fault _isn’t hell: it’s only our world all over again. It only has to be faced, like our own world. Even if one was taken there_
Scudamour shuddered. The rest of us thought Ransom was being very unwise, but now I think he was right. He usually is.
‘Even if one was taken in there_ which would be worse than merely seeing one’s double in there_ it wouldn’t be essentially different from other misfortunes. And misfortune is not hell, not by a long way. A man can’t be taken to hell, or sent to hell: you can only get there on your own steam.’
The Dark Tower & Other Stories