Because when you’re in love, you think you’re invincible. It blinds you. And you don’t seem to care. - Agatha Christie

That’s the depressing part of places like this. Guest houses run by broken-down gentlepeople. They’re full of failures — of people who have never got anywhere and never will get anywhere, of people who — who have been defeated and broken by life, of people who are old and tired and finished.

John, forgive me... for what I can't help doing.

"That is what I mean. A bath! The receptacle of porcelain, one turns the taps and fills it, one gets in, one gets out and ghoosh - ghoosh - ghoosh, the water goes down the waste pipe!"
"M. Poirot are you quite mad?"
"No, I am extremely sane."