THE BARBER. Oh, I see. You thought I was just a lunatic. Well, I'm not. Look at me. Look at me closely.
THE CUSTOMER. I don't know you!
THE BARBER. No? Well, just say to yourself, "Twelve years ago this man's hair was not so gray. Twelve years ago this man's face didn't show so many lines of care. Twelve years ago this man lived—well, in a little town near Savannah, and—"
THE CUSTOMER. ( Beginning to recognize him ) You-you can't be—
THE BARBER. Say it.
THE CUSTOMER. Kilburn!
THE BARBER. Yes, Kilburn!
THE CUSTOMER. ( Hoarsely ) And you followed me about!
THE BARBER. For twelve years!
THF CUSTOMER. From town to town!