Автостопом по галактике

           "Look,"saidFord,"youreckonthisisMagrathea…"

           "Yeah,"saidZaphod,"andweheardthevoice,right?"

           "OK,soI’veboughtthefactthatit’sMagrathea—forthemoment.WhatyouhavesofarsaidnothingaboutishowintheGalaxyyoufoundit.Youdidn’tjustlookitupinastaratlas,that’sforsure."

           "Research.Governmentarchives.Detectivework.Fewluckyguesses.Easy."

           "AndthenyoustoletheHeartofGoldtocomeandlookforitwith?"

           "Istoleittolookforalotofthings."

           "Alotofthings?"saidFordinsurprise."Likewhat?"

           "Idon’tknow."

           "What?"

           "Idon’tknowwhatI’mlookingfor."

           "Whynot?"

           "Because…because…IthinkitmightbebecauseifIknewIwouldn’tbeabletolookforthem."

           "What,areyoucrazy?"

           "It’sapossibilityIhaven’truledoutyet,"saidZaphodquietly."Ionlyknowasmuchaboutmyselfasmymindcanworkoutunderitscurrentconditions.Anditscurrentconditionsarenotgood."

           ForalongtimenobodysaidanythingasFordgazedatZaphodwithamindsuddenlyfullofworry.

           "Listenoldfriend,ifyouwantto…"startedFordeventually.

           "No,wait…I’lltellyousomething,"saidZaphod."Ifreewheelalot.Igetanideatodosomething,and,hey,whynot,Idoit.IreckonI’llbecomePresidentoftheGalaxy,anditjusthappens,it’seasy.Idecidetostealthisship.IdecidetolookforMagrathea,anditalljusthappens.Yeah,Iworkouthowitcanbestbedone,right,butitalwaysworksout.It’slikehavingaGalacticreditcardwhichkeepsonworkingthoughyouneversendoffthecheques.