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Two
hundred
and
thirty-nine
thousand
lightly
fried
eggs
fell
out
of
it
too
,
materializing
in
a
large
woobly
heap
on
the
famine-struck
land
of
Poghril
in
the
Pansel
system
.
The
whole
Poghril
tribe
had
died
out
from
famine
except
for
one
last
man
who
died
of
cholesterol
poisoning
some
weeks
later
.
The
nothingth
of
a
second
for
which
the
hole
existed
reverberated
backwards
and
forwards
through
time
in
a
most
improbable
fashion
.
Somewhere
in
the
deeply
remote
past
it
seriously
traumatized
a
small
random
group
of
atoms
drifting
through
the
empty
sterility
of
space
and
made
them
cling
together
in
the
most
extraordinarily
unlikely
patterns
.
These
patterns
quickly
learnt
to
copy
themselves
(
this
was
part
of
what
was
so
extraordinary
of
the
patterns
)
and
went
on
to
cause
massive
trouble
on
every
planet
they
drifted
on
to
.
That
was
how
life
began
in
the
Universe
.
Five
wild
Event
Maelstroms
swirled
in
vicious
storms
of
unreason
and
spewed
up
a
pavement
.
On
the
pavement
lay
Ford
Prefect
and
Arthur
Dent
gulping
like
half-spent
fish
.
"
There
you
are
,
"
gasped
Ford
,
scrabbling
for
a
fingerhold
on
the
pavement
as
it
raced
through
the
Third
Reach
of
the
Unknown
,
"
I
told
you
I
'd
think
of
something
.
"
"
Oh
sure
,
"
said
Arthur
,
"
sure
.
"
"
Bright
idea
of
mine
,
"
said
Ford
,
"
to
find
a
passing
spaceship
and
get
rescued
by
it
.
"
The
real
universe
arched
sickeningly
away
beneath
them
.
Various
pretend
ones
flitted
silently
by
,
like
mountain
goats
.
Primal
light
exploded
,
splattering
space-time
as
with
gobbets
of
junket
.
Time
blossomed
,
matter
shrank
away
.
The
highest
prime
number
coalesced
quietly
in
a
corner
and
hid
itself
away
for
ever
.
"
Oh
come
off
it
,
"
said
Arthur
,
"
the
chances
against
it
were
astronomical
.
"
