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"
Why
not
?
"
"
Because
...
because
...
I
think
it
might
be
because
if
I
knew
I
would
n't
be
able
to
look
for
them
.
"
"
What
,
are
you
crazy
?
"
"
It
's
a
possibility
I
have
n't
ruled
out
yet
,
"
said
Zaphod
quietly
.
"
I
only
know
as
much
about
myself
as
my
mind
can
work
out
under
its
current
conditions
.
And
its
current
conditions
are
not
good
.
"
For
a
long
time
nobody
said
anything
as
Ford
gazed
at
Zaphod
with
a
mind
suddenly
full
of
worry
.
"
Listen
old
friend
,
if
you
want
to
...
"
started
Ford
eventually
.
"
No
,
wait
...
I
'll
tell
you
something
,
"
said
Zaphod
.
"
I
freewheel
a
lot
.
I
get
an
idea
to
do
something
,
and
,
hey
,
why
not
,
I
do
it
.
I
reckon
I
'll
become
President
of
the
Galaxy
,
and
it
just
happens
,
it
's
easy
.
I
decide
to
steal
this
ship
.
I
decide
to
look
for
Magrathea
,
and
it
all
just
happens
.
Yeah
,
I
work
out
how
it
can
best
be
done
,
right
,
but
it
always
works
out
.
It
's
like
having
a
Galacticredit
card
which
keeps
on
working
though
you
never
send
off
the
cheques
.
And
then
whenever
I
stop
and
think
--
why
did
I
want
to
do
something
?
--
how
did
I
work
out
how
to
do
it
?
--
I
get
a
very
strong
desire
just
to
stop
thinking
about
it
.
Like
I
have
now
.
It
's
a
big
effort
to
talk
about
it
.
"
Zaphod
paused
for
a
while
.
For
a
while
there
was
silence
.
Then
he
frowned
and
said
,
"
Last
night
I
was
worrying
about
this
again
.
About
the
fact
that
part
of
my
mind
just
did
n't
seem
to
work
properly
.
Then
it
occurred
to
me
that
the
way
it
seemed
was
that
someone
else
was
using
my
mind
to
have
good
ideas
with
,
without
telling
me
about
it
.
I
put
the
two
ideas
together
and
decided
that
maybe
that
somebody
had
locked
off
part
of
my
mind
for
that
purpose
,
which
was
why
I
could
n't
use
it
.
I
wondered
if
there
was
a
way
I
could
check
.
"
I
went
to
the
ship
's
medical
bay
and
plugged
myself
into
the
encephelographic
screen
.
I
went
through
every
major
screening
test
on
both
my
heads
--
all
the
tests
I
had
to
go
through
under
government
medical
officers
before
my
nomination
for
Presidency
could
be
properly
ratified
.
They
showed
up
nothing
.
Nothing
unexpected
at
least
.
They
showed
that
I
was
clever
,
imaginative
,
irresponsible
,
untrustworthy
,
extrovert
,
nothing
you
could
n't
have
guessed
.
And
no
other
anomalies
.
So
I
started
inventing
further
tests
,
completely
at
random
.
Nothing
.
Then
I
tried
superimposing
the
results
from
one
head
on
top
of
the
results
from
the
other
head
.
Still
nothing
.
Finally
I
got
silly
,
because
I
'd
given
it
all
up
as
nothing
more
than
an
attack
of
paranoia
.
Last
thing
I
did
before
I
packed
it
in
was
take
the
superimposed
picture
and
look
at
it
through
a
green
filter
