"You think you’re strong, don’t you?" The Inspector shook his head. "You think that, if we tortured you, it would be some kind of romantic moral validation. Torture’s not romantic, Mrs. Webster. It’s a thing, a process: torture is torture, that’s all. It doesn’t make you any nobler. It only breaks you. Like the way an engine wears out if you drive it too fast, too hard, too long. You never really heal, you never really get over it. Any more than you get over growing old."