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"
Nor
me
.
So
what
's
the
point
?
Stop
bugging
me
.
"
Zaphod
curled
himself
up
.
"
He
got
a
double
dose
of
the
gas
,
"
said
Trillian
looking
down
at
him
,
"
two
windpipes
.
"
"
And
stop
talking
,
"
said
Zaphod
,
"
it
's
hard
enough
trying
to
sleep
anyway
.
What
's
the
matter
with
the
ground
?
It
's
all
cold
and
hard
.
"
"
It
's
gold
,
"
said
Ford
.
With
an
amazingly
balletic
movement
Zaphod
was
standing
and
scanning
the
horizon
,
because
that
was
how
far
the
gold
ground
stretched
in
every
direction
,
perfectly
smooth
and
solid
.
It
gleamed
like
...
it
's
impossible
to
say
what
it
gleamed
like
because
nothing
in
the
Universe
gleams
in
quite
the
same
way
that
a
planet
of
solid
gold
does
.
"
Who
put
all
that
there
?
"
yelped
Zaphod
,
goggle-eyed
.
"
Do
n't
get
excited
,
"
said
Ford
,
"
it
's
only
a
catalogue
.
"
"
A
who
?
"
"
A
catalogue
,
"
said
Trillian
,
"
an
illusion
.
"
"
How
can
you
say
that
?
"
cried
Zaphod
,
falling
to
his
hands
and
knees
and
staring
at
the
ground
.
He
poked
it
and
prodded
it
with
his
fingernail
.
It
was
very
heavy
and
very
slightly
soft
--
he
could
mark
it
with
his
fingernail
.
It
was
very
yellow
and
very
shiny
,
and
when
he
breathed
on
it
his
breath
evaporated
off
it
in
that
very
peculiar
and
special
way
that
breath
evaporates
off
solid
gold
.
