Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 17

           

           Theship,inflatteningouthadinfactflattenedoutupsidedownandlyingontheceilingastheywereitwasnowtotallyimpossibleforanyofthecrewtoreachtheguidancesystems.

           "Attheendofthestorm…"croonedEddie.

           Thetwomissilesloomedmassivelyonthescreensastheythunderedtowardstheship.

           "…isagoldensky…"

           Butbyanextraordinarilyluckychancetheyhadnotyetfullycorrectedtheirflightpathstothatoftheerraticallyweavingship,andtheypassedrightunderit.

           "Andthesweetsilversongsofthelark…Revisedimpacttimefifteensecondsfellas…Walkonthroughthewind…"

           Themissilesbankedroundinascreechingarcandplungedbackintopursuit.

           "Thisisit,"saidArthurwatchingthem."Wearenowquitedefinitelygoingtodiearen’twe?"

           "Iwishyou’dstopsayingthat,"shoutedFord.

           "Wellwearearen’twe?"

           "Yes."

           "Walkonthroughtherain…"sangEddie.

           AthoughtstruckArthur.Hestruggledtohisfeet.

           "Whydoesn’tanyoneturnonthisImprobabilityDrivething?"hesaid."Wecouldprobablyreachthat."

           "Whatareyoucrazy?"saidZaphod."Withoutproperprogramminganythingcouldhappen."

           "Doesthatmatteratthisstage?"shoutedArthur.

           "Thoughyourdreamsbetossedandblown…"sandEddie.

           Arthurscrambledupontooneendoftheexcitinglychunkypiecesofmouldedcontouringwherethecurveofthewallmettheceiling.

           "Walkon,walkon,withhopeinyourheart…"

           "DoesanyoneknowwhyArthurcan’tturnontheImprobabilityDrive?"shoutedTrillian

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