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"
...
humanity
of
the
...
"
"
Vogonity
,
"
Ford
hissed
at
him
.
"
Ah
yes
,
Vogonity
(
sorry
)
of
the
poet
's
compassionate
soul
,
"
Arthur
felt
he
was
on
a
home
stretch
now
,
"
which
contrives
through
the
medium
of
the
verse
structure
to
sublimate
this
,
transcend
that
,
and
come
to
terms
with
the
fundamental
dichotomies
of
the
other
,
"
(
he
was
reaching
a
triumphant
crescendo
...
)
"
and
one
is
left
with
a
profound
and
vivid
insight
into
...
into
...
er
...
"
(
...
which
suddenly
gave
out
on
him
.
)
Ford
leaped
in
with
the
coup
de
grace
:
"
Into
whatever
it
was
the
poem
was
about
!
"
he
yelled
.
Out
of
the
corner
of
his
mouth
:
"
Well
done
,
Arthur
,
that
was
very
good
.
"
The
Vogon
perused
them
.
For
a
moment
his
embittered
racial
soul
had
been
touched
,
but
he
thought
no
--
too
little
too
late
.
His
voice
took
on
the
quality
of
a
cat
snagging
brushed
nylon
.
"
So
what
you
're
saying
is
that
I
write
poetry
because
underneath
my
mean
callous
heartless
exterior
I
really
just
want
to
be
loved
,
"
he
said
.
He
paused
.
"
Is
that
right
?
"
Ford
laughed
a
nervous
laugh
.
"
Well
I
mean
yes
,
"
he
said
,
"
do
n't
we
all
,
deep
down
,
you
know
...
er
...
"
The
Vogon
stood
up
.
"
No
,
well
you
're
completely
wrong
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
just
write
poetry
to
throw
my
mean
callous
heartless
exterior
into
sharp
relief
.
I
'm
going
to
throw
you
off
the
ship
anyway
.
Guard
!
Take
the
prisoners
to
number
three
airlock
and
throw
them
out
!
"
"
What
?
"
shouted
Ford
.
