[Madeline sighs. How very sad that he can't admit to it! She heart goes out to him.]

And yet, your heart pangs every time you put your helmet on, doesn't it, Mr. Washington? I can see it in your eyes - such sad eyes! You're like a little butterfly far from home, blown on distant winds and now you've got to pretend to be an eagle as best you can for fear you'll never make your way home otherwise.