‘I have detected,’ he said, ‘disturbances in the wash.’ He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off. Arthur asked him to repeat what he had just said because he hadn’t quite taken his meaning. Ford repeated it. ‘The wash?’ said Arthur. ‘The space–time wash,’ said Ford, and as the wind blew briefly past at that moment, he bared his teeth into it. Arthur nodded, and then cleared his throat. ‘Are we talking about,’ he asked cautiously, ‘some
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