STUDENT. I can't say that I do.
STRANGER. No, youth is not its own master; it has never any money, and has to take its food out of other hands; it is not permitted to speak when company is present, but is treated as an idiot; and as it cannot marry, it has to ogle other people's wives, which leads to all sorts of dangerous consequences. Youth—humbug!
STUDENT. That's right! As a child, you want to grow up—that is, reach fifteen, be confirmed, and put on a tall hat. When you are that far, you want to be old—that is, twenty-one. Which means that nobody wants to be young.
STRANGER. And when you grow old in earnest, then you want to be dead. For then there isn't much left to wish for.—Do you know that you are to be arrested?
STUDENT. Am I?
STRANGER. The detective said so a moment ago.
STUDENT. Me?
STRANGER. Are you surprised at that? Don't you know that in this life you must be prepared for anything?
STUDENT. But what have I done?
STRANGER. You don't have to do anything in order to be arrested. To be suspected is enough.