"Jubal, Mike had gone straight from one to the other, and I couldn't adjust to the change.  That outer meeting was half popular lecture and half sheer entertainment - this one was more nearly a voodoo rite.  Mike was in robes this time; he looked taller, ascetic, and intense-! swear his eyes gleamed.  The place was dimly lighted, there was music that was creepy and yet made you want to dance.  This time Patty and I took a double seat together, a couch that was darn near a bed.  What the service was all about I couldn't say.  Mike would sing out to them in Martian, they would answer in Martian - except for chants of 'Thou art God! Thou art God!' which was always echoed by some Martian word that would make my throat sore to try to pronounce it."