“I’m not really against you, am I?” said Somers. And his own heart answered, Yes you are!
“You are not with me,” said Kangaroo, bitterly.
“No,” said Somers slowly.
“Then why have you deceived me, played with me,” suddenly roared Kangaroo. “I could have killed you.”
“Don’t do that,” laughed Somers, rather coldly.
But the other did not answer. He was like a black cloud.
“I want to hear,” said Kangaroo, “your case against me.”
“It’s not a case, Kangaroo,” said Richard, “it’s a sort of instinct.”
“Against what?”
“Why, against your ponderousness. And against your insistence. And against the whole sticky stream of love, and the hateful will-to-love. It’s the will-to-love that I hate, Kangaroo.”