Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 3

           

           Henceaphrasewhichhaspassedintohitchhikingslang,asin"Hey,yousassthathoopyFordPrefect?There’safroodwhoreallyknowswherehistowelis."(Sass:know,beawareof,meet,havesexwith;hoopy:reallytogetherguy;frood:reallyamazinglytogetherguy.)

           NestlingquietlyontopofthetowelinFordPrefect’ssatchel,theSub-EthaSens-O-Maticbegantowinkmorequickly.Milesabovethesurfaceoftheplanetthehugeyellowsomethingsbegantofanout.AtJodrellBank,someonedecideditwastimeforanicerelaxingcupoftea.

           "Yougotatowelwithyou?"saidFordPrefectsuddenlytoArthur.

           Arthur,strugglingthroughhisthirdpint,lookedroundathim.

           "Why?What,no…shouldIhave?"Hehadgivenupbeingsurprised,theredidn’tseemtobeanypointanylonger.

           Fordclickedhistongueinirritation.

           "Drinkup,"heurged.

           Atthatmomentthedullsoundofarumblingcrashfromoutsidefilteredthroughthelowmurmurofthepub,throughthesoundofthejukebox,throughthesoundofthemannexttoFordhiccuppingoverthewhiskyFordhadeventuallyboughthim.

           Arthurchokedonhisbeer,leapttohisfeet.

           "What’sthat?"heyelped.

           "Don’tworry,"saidFord,"theyhaven’tstartedyet."

           "ThankGodforthat,"saidArthurandrelaxed.

           "It’sprobablyjustyourhousebeingknockeddown,"saidFord,drowninghislastpint.

           "What?"shoutedArthur.SuddenlyFord’sspellwasbroken.Arthurlookedwildlyaroundhimandrantothewindow.

           "MyGodtheyare!They’reknockingmyhousedown.

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