Forthe first time he felt that in that sharp fire, he had slowly forgedthe iron which could break the prison door of his daughter'shusband, and deliver him.

Lethally sharp walls to drunkenly stumble into; winding narrow staircases with no fire exits - it all screams "Death Trap", but I guess that is the point.

Stuck at an angle near a buried fire hydrant, they were pushing and spinning and getting nowhere, with the smell of burning rubber noxiously sharp in the cold air.