Af­ter all, they come out of this warm, clean, oily, pro­tect­ed en­vi­ron­ment in­to damp­ness, dust and dank­ness, where, too of­ten, the first thing that hap­pens is that some un­known peo­ple take you away from your moth­er and push, prod and put you in­to a mir­rored jail, where strangers peep at you and make strange sounds.