 Tell me, Mrs. O'Reilly, since when were you a girl? Oh, now, Professor, please. We've been so worried about you. Why have you been keeping yourself? Oh, girls, today is the happiest day of my life. Today I have finished my great masterpiece, my beautiful concerto. Oh, so that's what kept you locked up in your room. Sure. To write great music, a man must suffer. And nowhere in the world can a man suffer like in that room of mine.