安德意识到,我们所做的一切都有意义。他们笑了。我没笑。他曾考虑过要不要像其他男孩一样。但他想不出什么笑话,而且他们的笑话也都不好笑。无论他们的笑声从何而来,安德在自己身上都找不到这样的位置。
(Everything we do means something, Ender realized. Them laughing. Me not laughing. He toyed with the idea of trying to be like the other boys. But he couldn't think of any jokes, and none of theirs seemed funny. Wherever their laughter came from, Ender couldn't find such a place in himself.)