Of course, they don't like him! Liking is for ninny-hammers. Real men elicit rancor. Pausing for a moment of deep consideration, she added, Loathing, even. But never liking. Hatred, perhaps? suggested Mary's brother-in-law, hiding his amused smile behind a tone of excessive gravity.Mrs. Fustian was not impressed. Certainly not. Any common laborer can hate. True connoisseurs prefer more subtle shades of aversion.