“I was aware,” hissed the voice, “that is, I became aware. Slowly. Gradually.” He, whoever he was, paused again and gathered breath. “I could hardly help it, could I?” he bellowed, “when the same thing kept happening, over and over and over again! Every life I ever lived, I got killed by Arthur Dent. Any world, any body, any time, I’m just getting settled down, along comes Arthur Dent, pow, he kills me.
