"Kingallis! Vol thes nil kantil res vi pon tere...."
Kingston Galloway blinked as Carroll tongued his syllables, then began to laugh.
"You see," said Barnett, "anyone can mouth meaningless words and call them a language. You can, if you are brilliant, even assign meanings to them. Esperanto, among others, is a manufactured language."
"Yet I claim it true."
"What about your own future?"
"I care nothing for myself, it is only the future of Sol that concerns me."
"Your honor," said Barnett, "There are two things I want to say before I close. One is that James Forrest Carroll is not sane. Therefore he should be committed to an institution. The other is that James Forrest Carroll, for all of his insanity, is still a brilliant physicist.
"He knows something about the Lawson Radiation that men have gone mad for previously, that men have sought for thirty years, that time and money has been spent for. Therefore, in this institution, James Forrest Carroll should be permitted to experiment at his own will.
"For if nothing else he will produce many other marvelous things in an effort to prove that the science of the aliens is far greater than ours."