“Which hell am I in right now? Do you know? Did you study it in Greece?”
Draco considered. “Does it feel as if you have been repeating the same arduous task every day and the torment will never end, or is it more like you did a terrible deed to a woman and now a vulture is feeding on your liver every day while every night it grows back?”
Potter smiled. “Both.”
Draco nodded, still bored. “Then you’re in what I like to call daily life.”
-Shibboleths / zeitgeistic