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He
had
made
one
careless
blunder
though
,
because
he
had
skimped
a
bit
on
his
preparatory
research
.
The
information
he
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
did
n'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
girl
and
explain
to
her
in
slurred
phrases
that
honestly
the
colour
of
the
flying
saucers
did
n'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
,
"
Do
n'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
.
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
.
