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For
a
while
the
aircar
flew
on
in
awkward
silence
.
Then
the
old
man
tried
patiently
to
explain
.
"
Earthman
,
the
planet
you
lived
on
was
commissioned
,
paid
for
,
and
run
by
mice
.
It
was
destroyed
five
minutes
before
the
completion
of
the
purpose
for
which
it
was
built
,
and
we
've
got
to
build
another
one
.
"
Only
one
word
registered
with
Arthur
.
"
Mice
?
"
he
said
.
"
Indeed
Earthman
.
"
"
Look
,
sorry
--
are
we
talking
about
the
little
white
furry
things
with
the
cheese
fixation
and
women
standing
on
tables
screaming
in
early
sixties
sit
coms
?
"
Slartibartfast
coughed
politely
.
"
Earthman
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
is
sometimes
hard
to
follow
your
mode
of
speech
.
Remember
I
have
been
asleep
inside
this
planet
of
Magrathea
for
five
million
years
and
know
little
of
these
early
sixties
sit
coms
of
which
you
speak
.
These
creatures
you
call
mice
,
you
see
,
they
are
not
quite
as
they
appear
.
They
are
merely
the
protrusion
into
our
dimension
of
vast
hyperintelligent
pan-dimensional
beings
.
The
whole
business
with
the
cheese
and
the
squeaking
is
just
a
front
.
"
The
old
man
paused
,
and
with
a
sympathetic
frown
continued
.
