‘But that’s terrible,’ said Arthur. ‘Listen, bud,’ said Ford, ‘if I had one Altairian dollar for every time I heard one bit of the Universe look at another bit of the Universe and say “That’s terrible” I wouldn’t be sitting here like a lemon looking for a gin. But I haven’t and I am. Anyway, what are you looking so placid and moon-eyed for? Are you in love?’ Arthur said yes, he was, and said it placidly. ‘With someone who knows where the gin bottle is? Do I get to meet her?’
