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The
planet
beneath
them
was
almost
perfectly
oblivious
of
their
presence
,
which
was
just
how
they
wanted
it
for
the
moment
.
The
huge
yellow
somethings
went
unnoticed
at
Goonhilly
,
they
passed
over
Cape
Canaveral
without
a
blip
,
Woomera
and
Jodrell
Bank
looked
straight
through
them
--
which
was
a
pity
because
it
was
exactly
the
sort
of
thing
they
'd
been
looking
for
all
these
years
.
The
only
place
they
registered
at
all
was
on
a
small
black
device
called
a
Sub-Etha
Sens-O-Matic
which
winked
away
quietly
to
itself
.
It
nestled
in
the
darkness
inside
a
leather
satchel
which
Ford
Prefect
wore
habitually
round
his
neck
.
The
contents
of
Ford
Prefect
's
satchel
were
quite
interesting
in
fact
and
would
have
made
any
Earth
physicist
's
eyes
pop
out
of
his
head
,
which
is
why
he
always
concealed
them
by
keeping
a
couple
of
dog-eared
scripts
for
plays
he
pretended
he
was
auditioning
for
stuffed
in
the
top
.
Besides
the
Sub-Etha
Sens-O-Matic
and
the
scripts
he
had
an
Electronic
Thumb
--
a
short
squat
black
rod
,
smooth
and
matt
with
a
couple
of
flat
switches
and
dials
at
one
end
;
he
also
had
a
device
which
looked
rather
like
a
largish
electronic
calculator
.
This
had
about
a
hundred
tiny
flat
press
buttons
and
a
screen
about
four
inches
square
on
which
any
one
of
a
million
"
pages
"
could
be
summoned
at
a
moment
's
notice
.
It
looked
insanely
complicated
,
and
this
was
one
of
the
reasons
why
the
snug
plastic
cover
it
fitted
into
had
the
words
Do
n't
Panic
printed
on
it
in
large
friendly
letters
.
The
other
reason
was
that
this
device
was
in
fact
that
most
remarkable
of
all
books
ever
to
come
out
of
the
great
publishing
corporations
of
Ursa
Minor
--
The
Hitchhiker
's
Guide
to
the
Galaxy
.
The
reason
why
it
was
published
in
the
form
of
a
micro
sub
meson
electronic
component
is
that
if
it
were
printed
in
normal
book
form
,
an
interstellar
hitch
hiker
would
require
several
inconveniently
large
buildings
to
carry
it
around
in
.
Beneath
that
in
Ford
Prefect
's
satchel
were
a
few
biros
,
a
notepad
,
and
a
largish
bath
towel
from
Marks
and
Spencer
.
The
Hitchhiker
's
Guide
to
the
Galaxy
has
a
few
things
to
say
on
the
subject
of
towels
.
A
towel
,
it
says
,
is
about
the
most
massively
useful
thing
an
interstellar
hitch
hiker
can
have
.
Partly
it
has
great
practical
value
--
you
can
wrap
it
around
you
for
warmth
as
you
bound
across
the
cold
moons
of
Jaglan
Beta
;
you
can
lie
on
it
on
the
brilliant
marble-sanded
beaches
of
Santraginus
V
,
inhaling
the
heady
sea
vapours
;
you
can
sleep
under
it
beneath
the
stars
which
shine
so
redly
on
the
desert
world
of
Kakrafoon
;
use
it
to
sail
a
mini
raft
down
the
slow
heavy
river
Moth
;
wet
it
for
use
in
hand-to-hand-combat
;
wrap
it
round
your
head
to
ward
off
noxious
fumes
or
to
avoid
the
gaze
of
the
Ravenous
Bugblatter
Beast
of
Traal
(
a
mindboggingly
stupid
animal
,
it
assumes
that
if
you
ca
n't
see
it
,
it
ca
n't
see
you
--
daft
as
a
bush
,
but
very
ravenous
)
;
you
can
wave
your
towel
in
emergencies
as
a
distress
signal
,
and
of
course
dry
yourself
off
with
it
if
it
still
seems
to
be
clean
enough
.
More
importantly
,
a
towel
has
immense
psychological
value
.
For
some
reason
,
if
a
strag
(
strag
:
non-hitch
hiker
)
discovers
that
a
hitch
hiker
has
his
towel
with
him
,
he
will
automatically
assume
that
he
is
also
in
possession
of
a
toothbrush
,
face
flannel
,
soap
,
tin
of
biscuits
,
flask
,
compass
,
map
,
ball
of
string
,
gnat
spray
,
wet
weather
gear
,
space
suit
etc.
,
etc.
.
Furthermore
,
the
strag
will
then
happily
lend
the
hitch
hiker
any
of
these
or
a
dozen
other
items
that
the
hitch
hiker
might
accidentally
have
"
lost
"
.
What
the
strag
will
think
is
that
any
man
who
can
hitch
the
length
and
breadth
of
the
galaxy
,
rough
it
,
slum
it
,
struggle
against
terrible
odds
,
win
through
,
and
still
knows
where
his
towel
is
is
clearly
a
man
to
be
reckoned
with
.
Hence
a
phrase
which
has
passed
into
hitch
hiking
slang
,
as
in
"
Hey
,
you
sass
that
hoopy
Ford
Prefect
?
There
's
a
frood
who
really
knows
where
his
towel
is
.
"
(
Sass
:
know
,
be
aware
of
,
meet
,
have
sex
with
;
hoopy
:
really
together
guy
;
frood
:
really
amazingly
together
guy
.
)
Nestling
quietly
on
top
of
the
towel
in
Ford
Prefect
's
satchel
,
the
Sub-Etha
Sens-O-Matic
began
to
wink
more
quickly
.
Miles
above
the
surface
of
the
planet
the
huge
yellow
somethings
began
to
fan
out
.
At
Jodrell
Bank
,
someone
decided
it
was
time
for
a
nice
relaxing
cup
of
tea
.
