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Chapter 13

           

           Whenyou’recruisingdowntheroadinthefastlaneandyoulazilysailpastafewharddrivingcarsandarefeelingprettypleasedwithyourselfandthenaccidentallychangedownfromfourthtofirstinsteadofthirdthusmakingyourengineleapoutofyourbonnetinaratheruglymess,ittendstothrowyouoffyourstrideinmuchthesamewaythatthisremarkthrewFordPrefectoffhis.

           "Err…what?"

           "Isaidwe’vemet."

           Zaphodgaveanawkwardstartofsurpriseandjabbedagumsharply.

           "Hey…er,havewe?Hey…er…"

           FordroundedonArthurwithanangryflashinhiseyes.NowhefelthewasbackonhomegroundhesuddenlybegantoresenthavinglumberedhimselfwiththisignorantprimitivewhoknewasmuchabouttheaffairsoftheGalaxyasanIlford-basedgnatknewaboutlifeinPeking.

           "Whatdoyoumeanyou’vemet?"hedemanded."ThisisZaphodBeeblebroxfromBetelgeuseFiveyouknow,notbloodyMartinSmithfromCroydon."

           "Idon’tcare,"saidArthurcoldly.We’vemet,haven’tweZaphodBeeblebrox—orshouldIsay…Phil?"

           "What!"shoutedFord.

           "You’llhavetoremindme,"saidZaphod."I’veaterriblememoryforspecies."

           "Itwasataparty,"pursuedArthur.

           "Yeah,wellIdoubtthat,"saidZaphod.

           "CoolitwillyouArthur!"demandedFord.

           Arthurwouldnotbedeterred."Apartysixmonthsago.OnEarth…England…"

           Zaphodshookhisheadwithatight-lippedsmile.

           "London,"insistedArthur,"Islington."

           "Oh,"saidZaphodwithaguiltystart,"thatparty."

           Thiswasn’tfaironFordatall.HelookedbackwardsandforwardsbetweenArthurandZaphod."What?"hesaidtoZaphod.

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