Five wild Event Maelstroms swirled in vicious storms of unreason and spewed up a pavement. On the pavement lay Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent gulping like half-spent fish. ‘There you are,’ gasped Ford, scrabbling for a finger-hold on the pavement as it raced through the Third Reach of the Unknown, ‘I told you I’d think of something.’ ‘Oh sure,’ said Arthur, ‘sure.’ ‘Bright idea of mine,’ said Ford, ‘to find a passing spaceship and get rescued by it.’ The real universe arched sickeningly away beneath them. Various pretend ones flitted silently by, like mountain goats. Primal light exploded,
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