But I continued to laugh: deep, wild—apparently human—laughing malice began to rise within me:
“Thomas Magnus! Magnus Rabbit! Do you believe?”
He thumped the table with his fist and roared in a wild transport:
“Be quiet! I tell you: we must try. How do I know? I have never yet been on Mars nor seen this earth inside-out. Be silent, accursed egotist! You know nothing of our affairs. Ah, if only you could hate!...”
“I hate already.”
Magnus suddenly laughed and grew strangely calm. He sat down and scrutinizing me from all possible angles, as if he did not believe me, he burst out:
“You? Hate? Whom?”
“You.”
He looked me over as carefully again and shook his head in doubt:
“Is that true, Wondergood?”