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Arthur
followed
the
old
man
's
finger
,
till
he
was
able
to
pick
out
the
floating
structure
he
was
pointing
out
.
It
was
indeed
the
only
one
of
the
many
structures
that
betrayed
any
sign
of
activity
about
it
,
though
this
was
more
a
sublimal
impression
than
anything
one
could
put
one
's
finger
on
.
At
the
moment
however
a
flash
of
light
arced
through
the
structure
and
revealed
in
stark
relief
the
patterns
that
were
formed
on
the
dark
sphere
within
.
Patterns
that
Arthur
knew
,
rough
blobby
shapes
that
were
as
familiar
to
him
as
the
shapes
of
words
,
part
of
the
furniture
of
his
mind
.
For
a
few
seconds
he
sat
in
stunned
silence
as
the
images
rushed
around
his
mind
and
tried
to
find
somewhere
to
settle
down
and
make
sense
.
Part
of
his
brain
told
him
that
he
knew
perfectly
well
what
he
was
looking
at
and
what
the
shapes
represented
whilst
another
quite
sensibly
refused
to
countenance
the
idea
and
abdicated
responsibility
for
any
further
thinking
in
that
direction
.
The
flash
came
again
,
and
this
time
there
could
be
no
doubt
.
"
The
Earth
...
"
whispered
Arthur
.
"
Well
,
the
Earth
Mark
Two
in
fact
,
"
said
Slartibartfast
cheerfully
.
"
We
're
making
a
copy
from
our
original
blueprints
.
"
There
was
a
pause
.
"
Are
you
trying
to
tell
me
,
"
said
Arthur
,
slowly
and
with
control
,
"
that
you
originally
...
made
the
Earth
?
"
"
Oh
yes
,
"
said
Slartibartfast
.
"
Did
you
ever
go
to
a
place
...
I
think
it
was
called
Norway
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Arthur
,
"
no
,
I
did
n't
.
"
