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Chapter 3

           WhatthehellamIdoinginthepub,Ford?"

           "Ithardlymakesanydifferenceatthisstage,"saidFord,"letthemhavetheirfun."

           "Fun?"yelpedArthur."Fun!"Hequicklycheckedoutofthewindowagainthattheyweretalkingaboutthesamething.

           "Damntheirfun!"hehootedandranoutofthepubfuriouslywavinganearlyemptybeerglass.Hemadenofriendsatallinthepubthatlunchtime.

           "Stop,youvandals!Youhomewreckers!"bawledArthur."YouhalfcrazedVisigoths,stopwillyou!"

           Fordwouldhavetogoafterhim.Turningquicklytothebarmanheaskedforfourpacketsofpeanuts.

           "Thereyouaresir,"saidthebarman,slappingthepacketsonthebar,"twenty-eightpenceifyou’dbesokind."

           Fordwasverykind—hegavethebarmananotherfive—poundnoteandtoldhimtokeepthechange.ThebarmanlookedatitandthenlookedatFord.Hesuddenlyshivered:heexperiencedamomentarysensationthathedidn’tunderstandbecausenooneonEarthhadeverexperienceditbefore.Inmomentsofgreatstress,everylifeformthatexistsgivesoutatinysublimalsignal.Thissignalsimplycommunicatesanexactandalmostpatheticsenseofhowfarthatbeingisfromtheplaceofhisbirth.OnEarthitisneverpossibletobefurtherthansixteenthousandmilesfromyourbirthplace,whichreallyisn’tveryfar,sosuchsignalsaretoominutetobenoticed.FordPrefectwasatthismomentundergreatstress,andhewasborn600lightyearsawayinthenearvicinityofBetelgeuse.

           Thebarmanreeledforamoment,hitbyashocking,incomprehensiblesenseofdistance.

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