all the voices shouting loud

"Surely you can't be serious, Hyuga," Sigurd says, longing for even a generally pithy conversation characterized by increasingly emptier statements to take the place of the endless philosophizing. Of course he prefers the company of his at times doggedly ruminative roommate to Kahr's raw, brusque affect and Jesiah's infuriatingly contradictory wired-up easygoingness--

And here he is, lining them all up for examination. Hyuga must be getting to him - that, or Jugend itself.

The bright enigma smiles at him.

"There are times for seriousness and times for trifling. The trouble is that it takes a serious mind to tell them apart."