For Sartre (in Occupied France), as for Wittgenstein (in the trenches of the First World War) and for Hare (in a prisoner-of-war camp), ‘[t]he fundamental moral predicament is the same’.144 To choose and keep on choosing, where every choice creates oneself and one’s world anew. Elizabeth’s words echo: ‘This means to one sheer despair.’ And Sartre’s novels show why: by ‘display[ing] in detail the adventures of the beings who are in this situation of having no guarantee’.
