Chapter 27

           

           Slartibartfast’sstudywasatotalmess,liketheresultsofanexplosioninapubliclibrary.Theoldmanfrownedastheysteppedin.

           "Terriblyunfortunate,"hesaid,"adiodeblewinoneofthelife-supportcomputers.Whenwetriedtoreviveourcleaningstaffwediscoveredthey’dbeendeadfornearlythirtythousandyears.Who’sgoingtoclearawaythebodies,that’swhatIwanttoknow.Lookwhydon’tyousityourselfdownoverthereandletmeplugyouin?"

           HegesturedArthurtowardsachairwhichlookedasifithadbeenmadeoutoftheribcageofastegosaurus.

           "Itwasmadeoutoftheribcageofastegosaurus,"explainedtheoldmanashepotteredaboutfishingbitsofwireoutfromundertotteringpilesofpaperanddrawinginstruments."Here,"hesaid,"holdthese,"andpassedacoupleofstrippedwireendtoArthur.

           Theinstanthetookholdofthemabirdflewstraightthroughhim.

           Hewassuspendedinmid-airandtotallyinvisibletohimself.Beneathhimwasaprettytreelinedcitysquare,andallarounditasfarastheeyecouldseewerewhiteconcretebuildingsofairyspaciousdesignbutsomewhattheworseforwear—manywerecrackedandstainedwithrain.Todayhoweverthesunwasshining,afreshbreezedancedlightlythroughthetrees,andtheoddsensationthatallthebuildingswerequietlyhummingwasprobablycausedbythefactthatthesquareandallthestreetsarounditwerethrongedwithcheerfulexcitedpeople.Somewhereabandwasplaying,brightlycolouredflagswereflutteringinthebreezeandthespiritofcarnivalwasintheair.

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