THE BARON: You know . . . from when first I can remember . . . there's been inside my noodle a sort of fog. Never anything have I understood. I'm . . . in some way--I'm clumsy. It seems to me all my life I've done nothing but dress up . . . and why? Went to school--wore the uniform of the Institute for the Sons of the Nobility . . . but what did I learn? Don't remember. . . . Married--in a frock-coat, and an over-coat . . . but I picked the wrong wife and--why? Don't understand . . . Squandered al I had, wore some sort of a grey pea-jacket and red trousers . . . but where did it all get to? Never noticed . . . Entered the Court of Exchequer . . . uniform, and a cap with a cockade . . . made away with some Government money--they put me into the convict's gown . . . then--I got into this lot here . . . And all . . . like in a dream . . . ah? That's funny . . . [Pause.] But I must have been born for some reason . . . Eh?

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