HAUTEVILLE. I was not even allowed to take along a change of underwear. Then I am locked up with women who have every known variety of vermin.
STROEBEL. And with all that they expect you to remain silent!
HAUTEVILLE. When I want to comb my hair, the matron gives me a comb which these women have been using a whole week.
STROEBEL. That simply can't go on,
HAUTEVILLE. And the air! I never knew that such odors existed on this earth.
STROEBEL. Still you are to shield the others! After all, you know, I think that discreetness is just talk.
HAUTEVILLE. Talk?
STROEBEL. I mean if anybody ever had a moral right to give things away, fully and freely, you are that person; ... after all you have suffered.
HAUTEVILLE. That's right. I am that person.
STROEBEL. Well then; did somebody escape into that wardrobe?