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style="color: red"That's why this page is incredibly long! As I know the person testing this page is a fan, - please enjoy a copy of a hitchhikers guide to the galaxy (Chapter 1)

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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

-        
Douglas Adams

-        
for
-            Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst
-            and all other Arlingtonians
-            for tea, sympathy, and a sofa

-        
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."

+      
What happened today?

+
+        
uptime -s

+        
2024-03-18 07:51:34

+        
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+            This is common, the fragility of these machines are more prominant than any cloud user expects. Partially because of scale, partially because a lot of labour that happen in datacenters just escapes us all when we want to just upload an image.
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+  

 
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+  
 
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diff --git a/script.py b/script.py
index 992085d..bf8e82f 100644
--- a/script.py
+++ b/script.py
@@ -46,6 +46,10 @@ output = template.render(
     days_since_last_boot = time_since_last_boot.days
 )
 
+log_file_name = "logs/log_" + now.strftime("%Y-%m-%d_%H:%M:%S") + ".html"
 
-with open("output.html", "w") as f:
+with open("index.html", "w") as f:
+    print(output, file=f)
+
+with open(log_file_name, "w") as f:
     print(output, file=f)
\ No newline at end of file
diff --git a/test-page-ereader.html b/test-page-ereader.html
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index 0000000..adc4e98
--- /dev/null
+++ b/test-page-ereader.html
@@ -0,0 +1,685 @@
+
+
+
+
+    
+    
+    Scrollers!
+
+    
+
+
+
+    

+        
This is a small test page to test the behaviour of scrollers on an e-reader

+        
 style="color: red"That's why this page is incredibly long! As I know the person testing this page is a fan,
+            please enjoy a copy of a hitchhikers guide to the galaxy (Chapter 1)

+        
Also, what color is this section, and my borders?

+    

+    

+        
Here are some more color tests:

+        
+        
With some gray scales

+        
+        
And various level of opacity

+        
+        
My text can contain Links, and some italic or even highlighted,
+            bold and code'ed words!
+        

+        
If i want to display footnotes this can be done with sup's or sub's

+        
And what about some fancy corporate borders???

+        
+        
And corporate shadows??

+        
+    

+
+    

+        
Scrolllllers

+        
I hope you'll see a normal scrollbar on the right. I suspect this is the browsers default scrollbar. Below,
+            you'll find some input with the type of range, and i wonder if you'll be able to drag 'm around

+
+        

+            
+            
+        

+        

+
+        

+            
+            
+        

+
+    

+
+    

+        
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

+        
Douglas Adams

+        
for
+            Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst
+            and all other Arlingtonians
+            for tea, sympathy, and a sofa

+        
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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+
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+
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