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"
Alright
,
"
said
Ford
.
"
How
would
you
react
if
I
said
that
I
'm
not
from
Guildford
after
all
,
but
from
a
small
planet
somewhere
in
the
vicinity
of
Betelgeuse
?
"
Arthur
shrugged
in
a
so-so
sort
of
way
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
he
said
,
taking
a
pull
of
beer
.
"
Why
--
do
you
think
it
's
the
sort
of
thing
you
're
likely
to
say
?
"
Ford
gave
up
.
It
really
was
n't
worth
bothering
at
the
moment
,
what
with
the
world
being
about
to
end
.
He
just
said
:
"
Drink
up
.
"
He
added
,
perfectly
factually
:
"
The
world
's
about
to
end
.
"
Arthur
gave
the
rest
of
the
pub
another
wan
smile
.
The
rest
of
the
pub
frowned
at
him
.
A
man
waved
at
him
to
stop
smiling
at
them
and
mind
his
own
business
.
"
This
must
be
Thursday
,
"
said
Arthur
musing
to
himself
,
sinking
low
over
his
beer
,
"
I
never
could
get
the
hang
of
Thursdays
.
"
On
this
particular
Thursday
,
something
was
moving
quietly
through
the
ionosphere
many
miles
above
the
surface
of
the
planet
;
several
somethings
in
fact
,
several
dozen
huge
yellow
chunky
slablike
somethings
,
huge
as
office
buildings
,
silent
as
birds
.
They
soared
with
ease
,
basking
in
electromagnetic
rays
from
the
star
Sol
,
biding
their
time
,
grouping
,
preparing
.
