Автостопом по галактике

Chapter 7

           

           "NowEarthlings…"whirredtheVogon(hedidn’tknowthatFordPrefectwasinfactfromasmallplanetinthevicinityofBetelgeuse,andwouldn’thavecaredifhehad)"Ipresentyouwithasimplechoice!Eitherdieinthevacuumofspace,or…"hepausedformelodramaticeffect,"tellmehowgoodyouthoughtmypoemwas!"

           Hethrewhimselfbackwardsintoahugeleatherybat-shapedseatandwatchedthem.Hedidthesmileagain.

           Fordwasraspingforbreath.Herolledhisdustytongueroundhisparchedmouthandmoaned.

           Arthursaidbrightly:"ActuallyIquitelikedit."

           Fordturnedandgaped.Herewasanapproachthathadquitesimplynotoccurredtohim.

           TheVogonraisedasurprisedeyebrowthateffectivelyobscuredhisnoseandwasthereforenobadthing.

           "Ohgood…"hewhirred,inconsiderableastonishment.

           "Ohyes,"saidArthur,"Ithoughtthatsomeofthemetaphysicalimagerywasreallyparticularlyeffective."

           Fordcontinuedtostareathim,slowlyorganizinghisthoughtsaroundthistotallynewconcept.Weretheyreallygoingtobeabletobarefacetheirwayoutofthis?

           "Yes,docontinue…"invitedtheVogon.

           "Oh…ander…interestingrhythmicdevicestoo,"continuedArthur,"whichseemedtocounterpointthe…er…er…"Hefloundered.

           Fordleapedtohisrescue,hazarding"counterpointthesurrealismoftheunderlyingmetaphorofthe…er…"Heflounderedtoo,butArthurwasreadyagain.

           "…humanityofthe…"

           "Vogonity,"Fordhissedathim.

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