Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 5

           You’llneedtohavethisfishinyourear."

           "Ibegyourpardon?"askedArthur,ratherpolitelyhethought.

           Fordwasholdingupasmallglassjarwhichquiteclearlyhadasmallyellowfishwrigglingaroundinit.Arthurblinkedathim.Hewishedtherewassomethingsimpleandrecognizablehecouldgraspholdof.HewouldhavefeltsafeifalongsidetheDentrassiunderwear,thepilesofSquornshellousmattressesandthemanfromBetelgeuseholdingupasmallyellowfishandofferingtoputitinhisearhehadbeenabletoseejustasmallpacketofcornflakes.Hecouldn’t,andhedidn’tfeelsafe.

           Suddenlyaviolentnoiseleaptatthemfromnosourcethathecouldidentify.Hegaspedinterroratwhatsoundedlikeamantryingtogarglewhilstfightingoffapackofwolves.

           "Shush!"saidFord."Listen,itmightbeimportant."

           "Im…important?"

           "It’stheVogoncaptainmakinganannouncementontheT’annoy."

           "Youmeanthat’showtheVogonstalk?"

           "Listen!"

           "ButIcan’tspeakVogon!"

           "Youdon’tneedto.Justputthatfishinyourear."

           Ford,withalightningmovement,clappedhishandtoArthur’sear,andhehadthesuddensickeningsensationofthefishslitheringdeepintohisauraltract.Gaspingwithhorrorhescrabbledathisearforasecondorso,butthenslowlyturnedgoggle-eyedwithwonder.Hewasexperiencingtheauralequivalentoflookingatapictureoftwoblacksilhouettedfacesandsuddenlyseeingitasapictureofawhitecandlestick

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