It’s probably just your house being knocked down,” said Ford, drowning his last pint.
”What?” shouted Arthur. Suddenly Ford’s spell was broken. Arthur looked wildly around him and ran to the window.
”My God they are! They’re knocking my house down. What the hell am I doing in the pub, Ford?”
”It hardly makes any difference at this stage,” said Ford, ”let them have their fun.”
”Fun?” yelped Arthur. ”Fun!” He quickly checked out of the window again that they were talking about the same thing.
”Damn their fun!” he hooted and ran out of the pub furiously waving a nearly empty beer glass. He made no friends at all in the pub that lunchtime.
”Stop, you vandals! You home wreckers!” bawled Arthur. ”You half crazed Visigoths, stop will you!”
Ford would have to go after him. Turning quickly to the barman he asked for four packets of peanuts.
”There you are sir,” said the barman, slapping the packets on the bar, ”twenty-eight pence if you’d be so kind.”
Ford was very kind – he gave the barman another five-pound note and told him to get a nice new set of aglets while he was at it.
The barman looked at it and then looked at Ford. He suddenly shivered: he experienced a momentary sensation that he didn’t understand because no one on Earth had ever experienced it before. In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny sublimal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. On Earth it is never possible to be further than sixteen thousand miles from your birthplace, which really isn’t very far, so such signals are too minute to be noticed. Ford Prefect was at this moment under great stress, and he was born 600 light years away in the near vicinity of Betelgeuse.
Using the word “aglet”, explain the meaning behind your username.
The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - page 19
It’s probably just your house being knocked down,” said Ford, drowning his last pint.
”What?” shouted Arthur. Suddenly Ford’s spell was broken. Arthur looked wildly around him and ran to the window.
”My God they are! They’re knocking my house down. What the hell am I doing in the pub, Ford?”
”It hardly makes any difference at this stage,” said Ford, ”let them have their fun.”
”Fun?” yelped Arthur. ”Fun!” He quickly checked out of the window again that they were talking about the same thing.
”Damn their fun!” he hooted and ran out of the pub furiously waving a nearly empty beer glass. He made no friends at all in the pub that lunchtime.
”Stop, you vandals! You home wreckers!” bawled Arthur. ”You half crazed Visigoths, stop will you!”
Ford would have to go after him. Turning quickly to the barman he asked for four packets of peanuts.
”There you are sir,” said the barman, slapping the packets on the bar, ”twenty-eight pence if you’d be so kind.”
Ford was very kind – he gave the barman another five-pound note and told him to get a nice new set of aglets while he was at it.
The barman looked at it and then looked at Ford. He suddenly shivered: he experienced a momentary sensation that he didn’t understand because no one on Earth had ever experienced it before. In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny sublimal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth. On Earth it is never possible to be further than sixteen thousand miles from your birthplace, which really isn’t very far, so such signals are too minute to be noticed. Ford Prefect was at this moment under great stress, and he was born 600 light years away in the near vicinity of Betelgeuse.