What Mr. Albee most desires is for the Model UN, the entire group of them, all eleven, even the scoundrel Quinn, to be there waiting, when he gets home each dreary night, and there again when he awakes in the morning, all of them politely debating one another with their resplendent voices, their hearts--which have not yet been broken by anything more serious than an unrequited crush or an unfair grade--quietly aglow with everything.