In this absurdist drama, Madeleine and Amédée are a bickering middle aged couple who never leave their apartment, their lives dominated by ‘him’, a dead man with glowing eyes, who is growing larger and larger every day, and causing mushrooms to sprout all over the house. On top of this, Madeleine is terrified of gossip and lives in a state of anxious paranoia that the neighbours will hear something or get a glimpse of the dead man’s feet, which are extending daily closer and closer to the front door. In this speech, she warns her husband that they are under constant surveillance…

They’re there all right. No fear of that. In their flats, with their ears glued to the walls or the floorboards, or at their windows, peering out, perhaps, behind the curtains…or downstairs, in silent groups, standing round the concierge…[…]
I know them better than you do. It’s when they’re quiet I fear them most. People are so cruel, with their callous curiosity… They’re always spying on us, they do nothing else all day. Can’t you feel them there? Can’t you sense how heavy the silence is? As soon as they’ve anything to go on, this uneasy silence you’ve such faith in will shatter like a vase into a thousand fragments…I’d much rather they were talking, making sure their nasty remarks are loud enough for us to hear…or even slipping their dirty little notes under the door…or trying to make holes in the wall to put bits of wire through…you know, as they did the other day…I prefer that any time. You know where you stand…But this sinister silence of theirs, I can’t get used to it…We must be on our guard….[…]
[Suddenly] Oh, for goodness’ sake do a little work! How many times have I got to tell you? Don’t you realize we must keep them guessing? … As though there was nothing unusual…