Chapter 18

           

           AndthenextthingthathappenedafterthatwasthattheHeartofGoldcontinuedonitswayperfectlynormallywitharatherfetchinglyredesignedinterior.Itwassomewhatlarger,anddoneoutindelicatepastelshadesofgreenandblue.Inthecentreaspiralstaircase,leadingnowhereinparticular,stoodinasprayoffernsandyellowflowersandnexttoitastonesundialpedestalhousedthemaincomputerterminal.Cunninglydeployedlightingandmirrorscreatedtheillusionofstandinginaconservatoryoverlookingawidestretchofexquisitelymanicuredgarden.Aroundtheperipheryoftheconservatoryareastoodmarble-toppedtablesonintricatelybeautifulwrought-ironlegs.Asyougazedintothepolishedsurfaceofthemarblethevagueformsofinstrumentsbecamevisible,andasyoutouchedthemtheinstrumentsmaterializedinstantlyunderyourhands.Lookedatfromthecorrectanglesthemirrorsappearedtoreflectalltherequireddatareadouts,thoughitwasfarfromclearwheretheywerereflectedfrom.Itwasinfactsensationallybeautiful.

           Relaxinginawickerworksunchair,ZaphodBeeblebroxsaid,"Whatthehellhappened?"

           "WellIwasjustsaying,"saidArthurloungingbyasmallfishpool,"there’sthisImprobabilityDriveswitchoverhere…"hewavedatwhereithadbeen.Therewasapottedplanttherenow.

           "Butwherearewe?"saidFordwhowassittingonthespiralstaircase,anicelychilledPanGalacticGargleBlasterinhishand.

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