-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Дуглас Адамс
-
- Автостопом по галактике
-
- Стр. 196/224
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
Zaphod
shrugged
.
"
I
mean
,
do
n't
you
have
any
inkling
of
the
reasons
for
all
this
?
"
asked
Ford
.
Zaphod
thought
hard
about
this
and
doubts
seemed
to
cross
his
minds
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
at
last
,
"
I
do
n't
seem
to
be
letting
myself
into
any
of
my
secrets
.
Still
,
"
he
added
on
further
reflection
,
"
I
can
understand
that
.
I
would
n't
trust
myself
further
than
I
could
spit
a
rat
.
"
A
moment
later
,
the
last
planet
in
the
catalogue
vanished
from
beneath
them
and
the
solid
world
resolved
itself
again
.
They
were
sitting
in
a
plush
waiting
room
full
of
glass-top
tables
and
design
awards
.
A
tall
Magrathean
man
was
standing
in
front
of
them
.
"
The
mice
will
see
you
now
,
"
he
said
.
"
So
there
you
have
it
,
"
said
Slartibartfast
,
making
a
feeble
and
perfunctory
attempt
to
clear
away
some
of
the
appalling
mess
of
his
study
.
He
picked
up
a
paper
from
the
top
of
a
pile
,
but
then
could
n't
think
of
anywhere
else
to
put
it
,
so
he
put
it
back
on
top
of
the
original
pile
which
promptly
fell
over
.
"
Deep
Thought
designed
the
Earth
,
we
built
it
and
you
lived
on
it
.
"
"
And
the
Vogons
came
and
destroyed
it
five
minutes
before
the
program
was
completed
,
"
added
Arthur
,
not
unbitterly
.
