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Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy 1-5 | |
summarized with Open Text Summarizer at ratio of 1% | |
http://libots.sourceforge.net/ | |
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I | |
Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a | |
moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's | |
house being consumed with fire and Arthur himself running screaming from the | |
blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from his back. it was | |
Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as | |
the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My | |
House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries | |
and threats; | |
Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was | |
beginning to weaken. said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet. | |
Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether | |
Arthur's house got knocked down or not now. Ford ignored him and stared out of | |
the window, so the barman looked instead at Arthur who shrugged helplessly and | |
said nothing. said Ford Prefect suddenly to Arthur. | |
Arthur began to feel that Ford was enjoying making life difficult for him. | |
asked Arthur, rather politely he thought. Ford and Arthur popped into outer | |
space like corks from a toy gun. Ford and Arthur found themselves in the | |
embarkation area of the ship. "And Arthur," he said, "this is my semi-cousin | |
Zaphod Beeb..." He looked backwards and forwards between Arthur and Zaphod. | |
Zaphod looked about him, at Ford, at Arthur, and then at Trillian. Most of | |
the time he was able to put this thought aside and not worry about it, but it | |
had been re-awakened by the sudden inexplicable arrival of Ford Prefect and | |
Arthur Dent. His face was still illuminated from somewhere, and when Arthur | |
looked for the source of the light he saw that a few yards away stood a small | |
craft of some kind - a small hovercraft, Arthur guessed. Arthur Dent," said | |
Arthur. Arthur's companion seemed sunk in his own thoughts, and when Arthur | |
tried on a couple of occasions to engage him in conversation again he would | |
simply reply by asking if he was comfortable enough, and then left it at that. | |
With a tiny whining shriek their two glass transports lifted themselves off the | |
table, and swung through the air towards Arthur, who stumbled further backwards | |
into a blind corner, utterly unable to cope or think of anything. | |
Trillian grabbed him desperately by the arm and tried to drag him towards the | |
door, which Ford and Zaphod were struggling to open, but Arthur was dead weight | |
- he seemed hypnotized by the airborne rodents swooping towards him. | |
So - Arthur was about to have his head cut open, Trillian was unable to help | |
him, and Ford and Zaphod were about to be set upon by several thugs a great deal | |
heavier and more sharply armed than they were. and Arthur took to his bed to | |
flip through Ford's copy of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. | |
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II | |
Tricia McMillian - or Trillian - had skipped the planet six months earlier | |
with Zaphod Beeblebrox, the then President of the Galaxy. Arthur asked as he | |
walked on to the bridge, and instantly began to wonder why Trillian was yelling | |
at the computer to talk to her, Ford was thumping it and Zaphod was kicking it, | |
and also why there was a nasty yellow lump on the vision screen. Listen, I'm | |
Zaphod Beeblebrox, my father was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Second, my grandfather | |
Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third ..." Zaphod felt strangely powerless to take charge | |
of this conversation, and Ford's heavy breathing at his side told him that the | |
seconds were ticking away fast. | |
"No, you listen to me, you see-through old bat," said Zaphod leaping out of | |
his chair, "A - thanks for stopping time and all that, great, terrific, | |
wonderful, but B - no thanks for the homily, right? That man, or being, or | |
something, you must find - the man who controls this Galaxy, and - we suspect - | |
others. said Ford to Zaphod as the smoke began to clear. said Ford, "Where's | |
Zaphod?" | |
The man tugged at Zaphod's arm, and Zaphod followed him off down the | |
corridor. It seemed to Zaphod as he lay there panting with fear and exhaustion | |
that Marvin seemed a mite more cheerful than usual. | |
"Hey, I'm Zaphod Beeblebrox, man, you know," muttered Zaphod trying to flap | |
the last remnants of his ego. The large main building still seemed reasonably | |
solid, and Zaphod turned off to see if it might provide him with ... bawled | |
Zaphod, "How do you think ..." | |
He smiled the smile that Zaphod had wanted to hit and this time Zaphod hit | |
it. said Zaphod, "Ford?" | |
In the centre sits the gigantic golden dome, almost a complete globe, and it | |
was into this area that Zaphod, Ford, Arthur and Trillian now passed. | |
Zaphod lurched into Ford, who lurched back into Zaphod. | |
Ford staggered back to the table where Zaphod, Arthur and Trillian were | |
sitting waiting for the fun to begin. and I've just come straight from the very | |
very other end of time, where I've been hosting a show at the Big Bang Burger | |
Bar - where I can tell you we had a very exciting evening ladies and gentlemen | |
- and I will be with you right through this historic occasion, the End of | |
History itself!" | |
Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur and Trillian, | |
a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger from Zaphod Beeblebrox. | |
Zaphod and Ford wolfed straight into them without a second's hesitation. Here he | |
operated the remote control system which activated the autopilot in the black | |
ship lying next to the limo, thus causing great relief to Zaphod Beeblebrox who | |
had been trying to start the thing for over ten minutes. | |
Zaphod left the controls for Ford to figure out, and lurched over to Arthur. | |
called Arthur nervously, "Zaphod?" To Arthur this was exactly what spaceships | |
were traditionally supposed to look like, and to Ford it looked thoroughly | |
antiquated: it confirmed his suspicions that Disaster Area's stuntship had taken | |
them back at least a million, if not two million, years before their own time. | |
Arthur suspected a streak of masochism in Ford Prefect - the increasing | |
difficulty of the journey seemed to give him a sense of purpose that was | |
otherwise lacking. | |
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III | |
He waited for a reaction from Arthur, but Arthur knew better than that. Ford | |
swept on before Arthur could turn the foolish look into a foolish remark. He | |
closed his eyes and greedily inhaled the steam from his tea as if it was - well, | |
as far as Arthur was concerned, as if it was tea, which it was. It beamed on | |
Ford and Arthur as they emerged blinking from the refreshment tent and surveyed | |
the scene around them. Suddenly Arthur remembered that the Earth was going to be | |
demolished again in two days' time, and just this once didn't feel too bad about | |
it. The apparition wobbled in front of Arthur's eyes, though the truth of the | |
matter is probably that Arthur's eyes were wobbling in front of the apparition. | |
repeated Arthur, and punctuated each wobble with a prod at Ford Prefect's back. | |
These last were extraordinary because they appeared to contain jets which | |
allowed these curiously civilized robots to fly down from their hovering | |
spaceship and start to kill people, which is what they did | |
"Hello," said Arthur, "something seems to be happening." He looked at Arthur | |
who was singing quietly to himself. said Arthur, giving gaunt looks, at the | |
lashed together pipework and wiring which festooned the cramped interior of the | |
ship. The freshly puzzled looks clambering across Arthur's face told him that it | |
wasn't. | |
"The point is," he said, "that people like you and me, Slartibartfast, and | |
Arthur - particularly and especially Arthur - are just dilletantes, | |
eccentrics, layabouts, fartarounds if you like." He wanted to explain that he | |
had been in fact very fond of the bag and had looked after it very well and had | |
taken it with him wherever he went, but that somehow every time he travelled | |
anywhere he seemed inexplicably to end up with the wrong bag and that, curiously | |
enough, even as they stood there he was just noticing for the first time that | |
the bag he had with him at the moment appeared to be made out of rather nasty | |
fake leopard skin, and wasn't the one he'd had a few moments ago before he | |
arrived in this whatever place it was, and wasn't one he would have chosen | |
himself and heaven knew what would be in it as it wasn't his, and he would much | |
rather have his original bag back, except that he was of course terribly sorry | |
for having so peremptorily removed it, or rather its component parts, i.e. Any | |
world, any body, any time, I'm just getting settled down, along comes Arthur | |
Dent - pow, he kills me. Arthur looked into it in much the same way that a mouse | |
looks into a dark dog-kennel. So, for instance, the name of a cow which had been | |
slaughtered and of which Arthur Dent had happened to eat a fillet steak would | |
have the plainest engraving, whereas the name of a fish which Arthur had himself | |
caught and then decided he didn't like and left on the side of the plate had a | |
double underlining, three sets of asterisks and a bleeding dagger added as | |
decoration, just to make the point. And looking out of a port on this flashy- | |
looking spaceship was a smug-looking Arthur Dent. Behind it on the screen were | |
the figures of Ford, Arthur and Slartibartfast who appeared astonished and | |
bewildered by the whole thing. I have fulfilled my function ...'" | |
"I think we should take these back," said Arthur holding up the bag | |
containing the Ashes. | |
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IV | |
To be fair to him - though Arthur didn't see any necessity for this beyond | |
the sheer mental exercise of it - he, Arthur, was looking pretty grim himself. A | |
man can't cross a hundred thousand light years, mostly in other people's baggage | |
compartments, without beginning to fray a little, and Arthur had frayed a lot. | |
It belonged to an advertising friend of his, and was called Know-Nothing-Bozo | |
because the way its hair stood up on its head it reminded people of the | |
President of the United States, and the dog knew Arthur, or at least should do. | |
It was a stupid dog, could not even read an autocue, which way why some people | |
had protested about its name, but it should at least have been able to recognize | |
Arthur instead of standing there, hackles raised, as if Arthur was the most | |
fearful apparition ever to intrude upon its feeble-witted life. | |
Will Smithers, like most of the overpaid and under-scrupulous bastards Arthur | |
knew in advertising made a point of changing his car every August so that he | |
could tell people his accountant made him do it, though the truth was that his | |
accountant was trying like hell to stop him, what with all the alimony he had to | |
pay, and so on - and this was the same car Arthur remembered him having before. | |
What was once a half-eaten sandwich had now half-turned into something that | |
Arthur entirely didn't want to know about. Arthur knew this because his opening, | |
unprovoked remark had been, "I'm a lorry driver. | |
"Just supposing," he said, "just supposing" - he didn't know what was coming | |
next, so he thought he'd just sit back and listen - "that there was some | |
extraordinary way in which you were very important to me, and that, though you | |
didn't know it, I was very important to you, but it all went for nothing because | |
we only had five miles and I was a stupid idiot at knowing how to say something | |
very important to someone I've only just met and not crash into lorries at the | |
same time, what would you say ..." "This Arthur Dent," comes the cry from the | |
furthest reaches of the galaxy, and has even now been found inscribed on a | |
mysterious deep space probe thought to originate from an alien galaxy at a | |
distance too hideous to contemplate, "what is he, man or mouse? | |
Fenchurch tried some little swoops, daringly, and found that if she judged | |
herself just right against a body of wind she could pull off some really quite | |
dazzling ones with a little pirouette at the end, followed by a little drop | |
which made her dress billow around her, and this is where readers who are keen | |
to know what Marvin and Ford Prefect have been up to all this while should look | |
ahead to later chapters, because Arthur now could wait no longer and helped her | |
take it off. He happened to be the only journalist that Arthur knew, so Arthur | |
phoned him anyway. He staggered into Arthur's sitting room, waving aside all | |
offers of support, which was an error, because the effort caused him to lose his | |
balance altogether and Arthur had eventually to drag him to the sofa. | |
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V | |
Every time he thought he saw someone he recognised in the distance, and | |
hurried along to say hello, it would turn out to be someone else, with an | |
altogether neater hairstyle and a much more thrusting, purposeful look than, | |
well, than anybody Ford knew. The people of Bartledan were remarkably like human | |
beings to look at, but when you said `Good evening' to one, he would tend to | |
look around with a slight sense of surprise, sniff the air and say that, yes, he | |
supposed that it probably was a goodish evening now that Arthur came to mention | |
it. `I'm just expressing the hope that...' | |
`Hope?' | |
`Yes.' | |
`What is hope?' | |
Good question, thought Arthur to himself, and retreated back to his room to | |
think about things. One moment it was a perfectly ordinary late afternoon in the | |
early autumn - the leaves were just beginning to turn red and gold, the river | |
was beginning to swell again with the rains from the mountains in the north, the | |
plumage of the pikka birds was begin- ning to thicken in anticipation of the | |
coming winter frosts, any day now the Perfectly Normal Beasts would start their | |
thunderous migration across the plains, and Old Thrashbarg was beginning to | |
mutter to himself as he hobbled his way around the village, a muttering which | |
meant that he was rehearsing and elaborating the stories that he would tell of | |
the past year once the evenings had drawn in and people had no choice but to | |
gather round the fire and listen to him and grumble and say that that wasn't how | |
they remembered it - and the next moment there was a spaceship sitting there, | |
gleaming in the warm autumn sun. How did you find me?' | |
`Well, as you may or may not know, I now work for one of the big Sub-Etha | |
broadcasting networks that -' | |
`I did know that,' said Arthur, suddenly remembering. | |
`What do you mean, offence?' | |
`I see.' | |
Trillian gave Arthur a long look, and then, in a new tone of voice, said, | |
`It's time for you to take responsibility, Arthur.' | |
Arthur tried to understand this remark. I must say, though, it seems you were | |
quite a frequent flyer.' | |
Arthur had stared wide-eyed at the unhappy looking girl who was slouching | |
awkwardly in the door-frame looking at him. Thrashbarg looked at him stonily, | |
and then pointed in the one direction that Arthur had dreaded, and had therefore | |
instinctively known was the way she would have gone. It was impossible for | |
Arthur to know this, but he just went ahead and knew it anyway. | |
`Say that one more time.' | |
`I said,' said Arthur huffily, `the woman is my daughter.' | |
`I didn't know,' said Ford, `that you had a daughter.' | |
`Well, there's probably a lot you don't know about me,' said Arthur. I could | |
be in serious trouble and so could she.' | |
`What did she say?' | |
`She hit me on the head with the rock again.' | |
`I think I can confirm that that was my daughter.' | |
`Sweet kid.' | |
`You have to get to know her,' said Arthur. `Now you may work them with the | |
towel!' | |
Arthur advanced with Ford's towel, moving the way the hunter-matadors did, | |
with a kind of elegant strut that did not come at all naturally to him. Old | |
Thrashbarg switched the bird, the Beast looked up, tossed its head, and then, | |
just as its head was coming down again, Arthur flourished the towel in the | |
Beast's line of sight. Go!' He performed some elaborate sign and ritual | |
handshake which Arthur couldn't quite get the hang of because Old Thrashbarg had | |
obviously made it up on the spur of the moment, then he pushed Arthur forward. | |
Ride it, ride it!' | |
Ford shouted in Arthur's ear, `Where did he say we were going?' | |
`He said something about a King,' shouted Arthur in return, holding on | |
desperately. er...' | |
Ford let Arthur get on with thinking things out for himself while he got out | |
his old edition of the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. |
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