“No, really we are,” said Trillian and patted him in a way that he disliked intensely, “hanging around waiting for us all this time.” “Five hundred and seventy-six thousand million, three thousand five hundred and seventy-nine years,” said Marvin. “I counted them.” “Well, here we are now,” said Trillian, feeling—quite correctly in Marvin’s view—that it was a slightly foolish thing to say. “The first ten million years were the worst,” said Marvin, “and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million I didn’t enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline.”
