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The
mice
bristled
.
"
Well
,
I
mean
,
yes
idealism
,
yes
the
dignity
of
pure
research
,
yes
the
pursuit
of
truth
in
all
its
forms
,
but
there
comes
a
point
I
'm
afraid
where
you
begin
to
suspect
that
if
there
's
any
real
truth
,
it
's
that
the
entire
multi-dimensional
infinity
of
the
Universe
is
almost
certainly
being
run
by
a
bunch
of
maniacs
.
And
if
it
comes
to
a
choice
between
spending
yet
another
ten
million
years
finding
that
out
,
and
on
the
other
hand
just
taking
the
money
and
running
,
then
I
for
one
could
do
with
the
exercise
,
"
said
Frankie
.
"
But
...
"
started
Arthur
,
hopelessly
.
"
Hey
,
will
you
get
this
,
Earthman
,
"
interrupted
Zaphod
.
"
You
are
a
last
generation
product
of
that
computer
matrix
,
right
,
and
you
were
there
right
up
to
the
moment
your
planet
got
the
finger
,
yeah
?
"
"
Er
...
"
"
So
your
brain
was
an
organic
part
of
the
penultimate
configuration
of
the
computer
programme
,
"
said
Ford
,
rather
lucidly
he
thought
.
"
Right
?
"
said
Zaphod
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Arthur
doubtfully
.
He
was
n't
aware
of
ever
having
felt
an
organic
part
of
anything
.
He
had
always
seen
this
as
one
of
his
problems
.
"
In
other
words
,
"
said
Benji
,
steering
his
curious
little
vehicle
right
over
to
Arthur
,
"
there
's
a
good
chance
that
the
structure
of
the
question
is
encoded
in
the
structure
of
your
brain
--
so
we
want
to
buy
it
off
you
.
"
"
What
,
the
question
?
"
said
Arthur
.
