MADELINE: Yes. That's just the trouble.
HOLDEN: (_with difficulty getting past this_) How about a little tramp?
There'll never be another such day.
MADELINE: I used to tramp with Fred Jordan. This is where he is now.
(_stepping inside the cell_) He doesn't even see out.
HOLDEN: It's all wrong that he should be where he is. But for you to
stay indoors won't help him, Madeline.
MADELINE: It won't help him, but--today--I can't go out.
HOLDEN: I'm sorry, my child. When this sense of wrongs done first comes
down upon one, it does crush.
MADELINE: And later you get used to it and don't care.
HOLDEN: You care. You try not to destroy yourself needlessly. (_he turns
from her look_)
MADELINE: Play safe.
HOLDEN: If it's playing safe it's that one you love more than yourself
be safe. It would be a luxury to--destroy one's self.
MADELINE: That sounds like Uncle Felix. (_seeing she has hurt him, she
goes over and sits across from him at the table_) I'm sorry. I say the
wrong things today.
HOLDEN: I don't know that you do.
MADELINE: But isn't uncle funny? His left mind doesn't know what his
right mind is doing. He has to think of himself as a person of
sentiment--idealism, and--quite a job, at times.
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