Did it take his discovery to open her eyes to the monster she truly is? Would she otherwise have carried on with the relationship in Frankfurt, as Hans claims? She doesn’t believe so, but now that the circumstances have changed, she can’t prove it. A monster? Hans laughed at her name for herself, no, she wasn’t a monster, just someone who takes what she can get. Lowest, meanest, bourgeois hypocrisy is what he called her transgression. But not even he can suffer from it as much as she does. She is disgusted by the person she sees in the mirror, she wishes she could pull off its skin. Meanest bourgeois hypocrisy. Così fan tutte. Will the hair-dryer cable reach far enough? Then she could prove to him that her remorse is genuine. Or would even that just be another — extreme, ultimate — performance? Who is she really? Which of her feelings is genuine, and which does she perform for him — or for herself? What is inside, what is outside? She is endlessly grateful to Hans for not chasing her off immediately and for good. For wanting to help her become another person. Will he ever want to sleep with her again?