Stranger in a Strange Land

Martian? Or mindtalk?"
                "No, that's the point. I grok people. I am people ... so now I can say it in people talk. I've found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it's the only thing that'll make it stop hurting."
                Jill looked puzzled. "Maybe I'm the one who isn't people. I don't understand."
                "Ah, but you are people, little she ape. You grok it so automatically that you don't have to think about it. Because you grew up with people. But I didn't. I've been like a puppy raised apart from other dogs-Who couldn't be like his masters and had never learned how to be a dog. So I had to be taught. Brother Mahmoud taught me, Jubal taught me, lots of people taught me . . . and you taught me most of all. Today I got my diploma-and I laughed. That poor little monk."
                "Which one, dear? I thought that big one was just mean ... and the one I flipped the peanut to turned out to be just as mean. There certainly wasn't anything funny."
                "Jill, Jill my darling! Too much Martian has rubbed off on YOU. Of course it wasn't funny-it was tragic. That's why I had to laugh. I looked at a cageful of monkeys and suddenly I saw all the mean and cruel and utterly unexplainable things I've seen and beard and read about in the time I've been with my own people and suddenly it hurt so much I found myself laughing."
                "But- Mike dear, laughing is something you do when something is nice - . . not when it's horrid."
                "Is it? Think back to Las Vegas- When all you pretty girls came out on the stage, did people laugh?"
                "Well ... no."
                "But you girls were the nicest part of the show. I grok now, that if they had laughed, you would have been hurt. No, they laughed when a comic tripped over his feet and fell down . . . or something else that is not a goodness."
                "But that's not all people laugh at."
                "Isn't it? Perhaps I don't grok all its fullness yet. But find me something that really makes you laugh, sweetheart . . . a joke, or anything else-but something that gave you a real belly laugh, not a smile. Then we'll see if there isn't a wrongness in it somewhere and whether you would laugh if the wrongness wasn't there." He thought. "I grok when apes learn to laugh, they'll be people."
                "Maybe." Doubtfully but earnestly Jill started digging into her memory for jokes that had struck her as irresistibly funny, ones which had jerked a laugh out of her . . . incidents she had seen or heard of which had made her helpless with laughter:
                "-her entire bridge club."
                "Should I bow?"
                "Neither one, you idiot -- instead!"
                "-the Chinaman objects." 
                "-broke her leg."
                "-make trouble for me!"
                "-but it'll spoil the ride for me."
                "-and his mother-in-law fainted."
                "Stop you? Why, I bet three to one you could do it!"
                "-something has happened to Ole."
                "-and so are you, you clumsy ox!"
                She gave up on "funny" stories, pointing out to Mike that such were just fantasies, not real, and tried to recall real incidents. Practical jokes? All practical jokes supported Mike's thesis, even ones as mild as a dribble glass-and when it came to an interne'S notion of a practical joke-Well, internes and medical students should be kept in cages. What else? The time Elsa Mae had lost her monogrammed panties? It hadn't been funny to Elsa Mae. Or the- She said grimly, "Apparently the pratfall is the peak of all humor. It's not a pretty picture of the human race, Mike."
                "Oh, but it is!"
                "Huh?"
                "I had thought-I had been told-that a 'funny' thing is a thing of a goodness. It isn't. Not ever is it funny to the person it happens to. Like that sheriff without his pants. The goodness is in the laughing itself. I grok it is a bravery . . . and a sharing . . . against pain and sorrow and defeat."
                "But- Mike, it is not a goodness to laugh at people."
                "No. But I was not laughing at the little monkey. I was