But sometimes, oh wonder, the train is on time, like it used to be with Böll, and leaves. Then rail travel in a quiet car is lucky. If it goes well. But it's not going well, because someone is destroying the quiet in the quiet car. If the person calling loudly in the quiet car drives me to white heat, am I still morally right or am I already moralistic and a poisonous person of resentment? If I give up the idea of ​​the quiet car in advance and get into the noise, have I given up all hope of a moral improvement in the world and thus made myself guilty as a cynical pessimist? The problem seems to be that public space is a moral “gray area”.