The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
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Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a - small - unregarded yellow sun.
-Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green - planet - whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty - neat - idea.
-This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty - much of - the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the - movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green - pieces of - paper that were unhappy.
-And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones - with - digital watches.
-Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees - in the - first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left - the - oceans.
-And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how - great it - would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth - suddenly - realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be - made a - good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to - anything.
-Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe - occ style="color: red"urred, and - the idea was lost forever.
-This is not her story.
-But it is the story of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences.
-It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - not an Earth book, - never - pub style="color: red"lished on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of - by any Earthman.
-Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.
-in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa - Minor - of - which no Earthman had ever heard either.
-Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one - more popular than the - Celestial Home - Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon - Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest - Mistakes - and Who is this God Person Anyway? In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the - Galaxy, - the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard - repository of - all knowledge
-and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly - inaccurate, it - scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
-First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly - letters on - its cover.
-But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story - of how - these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.
-It begins with a house.
-Chapter 1
- -The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village. It stood on its own and looked over a broad - spread - of West Country farmland. Not a remarkable house by any means - it was about thirty years old, squattish, - squarish, - made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly - failed to - please the eye.
-The only person for whom the house was in any way special was Arthur Dent, and that was only because it - happened to - be the one he lived in. He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London - because it - mad style="color: red"e him nervous and irritable. He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite - at ease with - himself. The - thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so - worried - about. He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than - they - probably thought. It was, too - most of his friends worked in advertising.
-style="color: red" It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his - house and build an - bypass - instead.
-At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, - wan style="color: red"dered - blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the - bathroom to - wash.
-Toothpaste on the brush - so. Scrub.
-Shaving mirror - pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer - through the - bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, washed, - dried, and - stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.
-Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
-style="color: red" The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to - connect with.
-The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
-style="color: red" He stared at it.
-"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
-Passing the bathroom he stopped to drink a large glass of water, and another. He began to suspect that he - was hung - over. Why was he hung over? Had he been drinking the night before? He supposed that he must have been. He - caught a - glint in the shaving mirror. "Yellow," he thought and stomped on to the bedroom.
-style="color: red" He stood and thought. The pub, he thought. Oh dear, the pub. He vaguely remembered being - angry, angry about - something that seemed important. He'd been telling people about it, telling people about it at great - length, he - rather suspected: his clearest visual recollection was of glazed looks on other people's faces.
-Something about a new bypass he had just found out about. It had been in the pipeline for months only no one - seemed - to have known about it. Ridiculous. He took a swig of water. It would sort itself out, he'd decided, no - one - wanted a bypass, the council didn't have a leg to stand on. It would sort itself out.
-God what a terrible hangover it had earned him though. He looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror.
-style="color: red" He stuck out his tongue. "Yellow," he thought. The word yellow wandered through - his mind in search - of - something to connect with.
-Fifteen seconds later he was out of the house and lying in front of a big yellow bulldozer that was - advancing up his - garden path.
-Mr L Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based life form descended from an - ape. - More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he - didn't know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening - generations and - racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only - vestiges - lef style="color: red"t in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and - a predilection for - little - fur hats.
-He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man. Today he was particularly nervous - and - worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job - which was to see that Arthur Dent's - house got - cle style="color: red"ared out of the way before the day was out.
-"Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know. You can't lie in front of - the - bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.
-Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him.
-"I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first." "I'm afraid - you're going - to have to accept it," said Mr Prosser gripping his fur hat and rolling it round the top of his head, - "this bypass has got to be built and it's going to be built!" "First I've heard of - it," - said Arthur, "why's it going to be built?" Mr Prosser shook his finger at him for a bit, then - stopped - and put it away again.
-"What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said. "It's a bypass. You've got - to - build bypasses." Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very - fast whilst - other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in - between, - are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to - get there, - and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.
-They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.
-Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D. Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient - point a - very long way from points A, B and C. He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the - door, and - spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D. His wife of course - wanted - climbing roses, but he wanted axes. He didn't know why - he just liked axes. He flushed hotly under the - derisive - grins of the bulldozer drivers.
-He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each. Obviously somebody had - been - appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him.
-Mr Prosser said: "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time - you - know." "Appropriate time?" hooted Arthur. "Appropriate time? The first I knew about it - was when - a workman arrived at my home yesterday. I asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no - he'd - come to demolish the house. He didn't tell me straight away of course. Oh no. First he wiped a couple of - windows - and charged me a fiver. Then he told me." "But Mr Dent, the plans have been available in the local - planning office for the last nine month." "Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round - to see - them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I - mean - like actually telling anybody or anything." "But the plans were on display ..." "On - display? I - eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them." "That's the display department." - "With a torch."
-"Ah, well the lights had probably gone." "So had the stairs." "But look, you found - the - notice didn't you?" "Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did. It was on display in the bottom - of a - locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the - Leopard." A - cloud passed overhead. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud. - It cast - a shadow over Arthur Dent's house. Mr Prosser frowned at it.
-"It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said.
-"I'm sorry, but I happen to like it." "You'll like the bypass." "Oh shut - up," - said Arthur Dent. "Shut up and go away, and take your bloody bypass with you. You haven't got a leg - to - stand on and you know it." Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind - was for a - moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's house being consumed - with fire - and Arthur himself running screaming from the blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from - his - back.
-style="color: red" Mr Prosser was often bothered with visions like these and they made him feel very - nervous. He stuttered for - a moment - and then pulled himself together.
-"Mr Dent," he said.
-"Hello? Yes?" said Arthur.
-"Some factual information for you. Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I - just let - it roll straight over you?" "How much?" said Arthur.
-"None at all," said Mr Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with - a - thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him.
-By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape-descendant Arthur Dent had that - one of - his closest friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of - Betelgeuse - and not from Guildford as he usually claimed.
-Arthur Dent had never, ever suspected this.
-This friend of his had first arrived on the planet some fifteen Earth years previously, and he had worked - hard to - blend himself into Earth society - with, it must be said, some success. For instance he had spent those - fifteen - years pretending to be an out of work actor, which was plausible enough.
-He had made one careless blunder though, because he had skimped a bit on his preparatory research. The - information - he style="color: red"had gathered had led him to choose the name "Ford Prefect" as being nicely - inconspicuous.
-He was not conspicuously tall, his features were striking but not conspicuously handsome. His hair was wiry - and - gingerish and brushed backwards from the temples. His skin seemed to be pulled backwards from the nose. - There was - something very slightly odd about him, but it was difficult to say what it was. Perhaps it was that his eyes - didn't blink often enough and when you talked to him for any length of time your eyes began - involuntarily to - water on his behalf. Perhaps it was that he smiled slightly too broadly and gave people the unnerving - impression - that he was about to go for their neck.
-He struck most of the friends he had made on Earth as an eccentric, but a harmless one -- an unruly boozer - with some - oddish habits. For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making - fun of any - astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out.
-Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until - someone - asked him what he was doing. Then he would start guiltily for a moment, relax and grin.
-"Oh, just looking for flying saucers," he would joke and everyone would laugh and ask him what - sort of - flying saucers he was looking for.
-"Green ones!" he would reply with a wicked grin, laugh wildly for a moment and then suddenly lunge - for the - nearest bar and buy an enormous round of drinks.
-Evenings like this usually ended badly. Ford would get out of his skull on whisky, huddle into a corner with - some - gir style="color: red"l and explain to her in slurred phrases that honestly the colour of the flying saucers - didn't matter - that - much really.
-Thereafter, staggering semi-paralytic down the night streets he would often ask passing policemen if they - knew the - way to Betelgeuse. The policemen would usually say something like, "Don't you think it's about - time you - went off home sir?" "I'm trying to baby, I'm trying to," is what Ford invariably - replied on - these occasions.
-style="color: red" In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky - was any kind of - flying - saucer at all. The reason he said green was that green was the traditional space livery of the Betelgeuse - trading - scouts.
-Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long - time to - get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.
-Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get - lifts - from them. He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.
-In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to - the - Galaxy.
-Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled - into a - steady routine. It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to - see his - lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the - occasional new - ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once - You Know, - Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' - accepted role - to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the - situation to - their financial advantage.
-The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.
-The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.
-A shadow moved across him again.
-"Hello Arthur," said the shadow.
-Arthur looked up and squinting into the sun was startled to see Ford Prefect standing above him.
-"Ford! Hello, how are you?" "Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?" "Am - I - busy?" exclaimed Arthur. "Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front - of - because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that ... well, no not especially, - why?" - They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was - concentrating. - He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?" "What?" said Arthur Dent.
-style="color: red" For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a - rabbit trying to get run - over by - a car. Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur.
-"We've got to talk," he said urgently.
-"Fine," said Arthur, "talk." "And drink," said Ford. "It's vitally - important - that we talk and drink. Now. We'll go to the pub in the village." He looked into the sky again, - nervous, - expectant.
-"Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. "That man wants to - knock my - house down!" Ford glanced at him, puzzled.
-"Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked.
-"But I don't want him to!" "Ah."
-"Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur.
-"Nothing. Nothing's the matter. Listen to me - I've got to tell you the most important thing - you've - ever heard. I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and - Gro style="color: red"om." "But why?" "Because you are going to need a very stiff - drink." Ford stared - at - Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken. He didn't realize that - this was - because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite - mining - belts in the star system of Orion Beta.
-The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this: Two contestants - would sit - either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.
-Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song - "Oh - don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx - Spirit/ - For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of - that - sinful Old Janx Spirit").
-Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour - spirit - into the glass of his opponent - who would then have to drink it.
-The bottle would then be refilled. The game would be played again. And again.
-Once you started to lose you would probably keep losing, because one of the effects of Janx spirit is to - depress - telepsychic power.
-style="color: red" As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to - perform a forfeit, - which was - usually obscenely biological.
-Ford Prefect usually played to lose.
-style="color: red" Ford stared at Arthur, who began to think that perhaps he did want to go to the Horse and - Groom after all. -
-"But what about my house ...?" he asked plaintively.
-Ford looked across to Mr Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him.
-"He wants to knock your house down?" "Yes, he wants to build ..." "And he can't - because - you're lying in front of the bulldozers?" "Yes, and ..." "I'm sure we can come - to some - arrangement," said Ford. "Excuse me!" he shouted.
-Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent - constituted - a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around. He was surprised and - slightly - alarmed to find that Arthur had company.
-"Yes? Hello?" he called. "Has Mr Dent come to his senses yet?" "Can we for the - moment," called Ford, "assume that he hasn't?" "Well?" sighed Mr Prosser.
-"And can we also assume," said Ford, "that he's going to be staying here all day?" - "So?" "So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?" - "Could be, - could be ..." "Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him - to lie - here all the time do you?" "What?" "You don't," said Ford patiently, - "actually - need him here." Mr Prosser thought about this.
-"Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need ..." Prosser was worried. He - thought that - one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.
-Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I - could slip - off down to the pub for half an hour. How does that sound?" Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly - potty.
-"That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was - trying to - reassure.
-"And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always - cover up - for you in return." "Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play - this at - all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind ..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to - do both - at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. He could only - assume - that he had just won.
-"So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down - ..." - "What?" said Mr Prosser.
-"Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear. Somebody's - got to - lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr - Dent's house will there?" "What?" said Mr Prosser again.
-"It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in - the mud - on the sole condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" - said - Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet.
-"You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie - there - ..." "Yes." "In front of the bulldozer?" "Yes." "Instead of Mr - Dent." - "Yes." "In the mud." "In, as you say it, the mud." As soon as Mr Prosser - realized that - he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was - more like - the world as he knew it. He sighed.
-"In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?" "That's it," - said - Ford. "That's it exactly." Mr Prosser took a few nervous steps forward and stopped.
-"Promise?" "Promise," said Ford. He turned to Arthur.
-"Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down." Arthur stood up, feeling - as if he - was in a dream.
-Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud. He felt that his whole life was some - kind of - dre style="color: red"am and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it. The mud - folded itself round - his - bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.
-Ford looked at him severely.
-"And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said.
-"The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he - continued, - settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind." He saw the bulldozer - driver's union representative approaching and let his head sink back and closed his eyes. He was trying - to - marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental health hazard himself. He was far - from - certain about this - his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood. This - always - happened when he felt miserable and put upon, and he had never been able to explain it to himself. In a high - dimension of which we know nothing the mighty Khan bellowed with rage, but Mr Prosser only trembled slightly - and - whi style="color: red"mpered. He began to fell little pricks of water
-behind the eyelids. Bureaucratic cock-ups, angry men lying in the mud, indecipherable strangers handing out - inexplicable humiliations and an unidentified army of horsemen laughing at him in his head - what a day.
-What a day. Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's - house got - knocked down or not now.
-Arthur remained very worried.
-"But can we trust him?" he said.
-"Myself I'd trust him to the end of the Earth," said Ford.
-"Oh yes," said Arthur, "and how far's that?" "About twelve minutes away," - said - Ford, "come on, I need a drink."
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2024-03-10 15:16:14 install libtk8.6:armhf
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+ A level 1 annotation for list_package_upgrade
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+ 2024-03-15 09:55:52 startup packages remove
+2024-03-15 09:55:52 remove bat:armhf 0.22.1-4 Raspberry Pi 4 Model B Rev 1.4
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+ A level 1 annotation for debian_version
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+ Linux chopchop 6.1.65-v8+ #1703 SMP PREEMPT Tue Dec 5 16:25:41 GMT 2023 aarch64 GNU/Linux
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+ A level 1 annotation for kernel_version
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