Why I am much more of a Connollyean than a Sartrean

Oh, I suppose there are a host of reasons--along with reasons that, properly considered, would push me the other way. But for now, I think this one will do: while it's impossible to deny that Sartre's formulation that hell is other people at times rings quite true, this definition by Cyril Connolly, from a 1968 review of George Orwell's Collected Essays, Journalism, and Letters seems far more useful--and more brutally dead-on:

My idea of Hell is a place where one is made to listen to everything one has ever said.

Seems the right thought for a Monday morning, no?