“I’m just saying that the question could be anything at all,” said Arthur, “and I don’t see how I am meant to know.”
“Because,” hissed Zaphod, “you were there when your planet did the big firework.”
“We have a thing on Earth…” began Arthur.
“Had,” corrected Zaphod.
“… called tact. Oh never mind. Look, I just don’t know.”
A low voice echoed dully round the cabin.
“I know,” said Marvin.
Ford called out from the controls he was still fighting a losing battle with.
“Stay out of this Marvin,” he said, “this is organism talk.”
“It’s printed in the Earthman’s brainwave patterns,” continued Marvin, “but I don’t suppose you’ll be very interested in knowing that.”
“You mean,” said Arthur, “you mean you can see into my mind?”
“Yes,” said Marvin.
Arthur stared in astonishment.
“And…?” he said.
“It amazes me how you can manage to live in anything that small.”
“Ah,” said Arthur, “abuse.”
“Yes,” confirmed Marvin.
“Ah, ignore him,” said Zaphod, “he’s only making it up.”
“Making it up?” said Marvin, swivelling his head in a parody of astonishment, “Why should I want to make anything up? Life’s bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.”
“Marvin,” said Trillian in the gentle, kindly voice that only she was still capable of assuming in talking to this misbegotten creature, “if you knew all along, why then didn’t you tell us?”
Marvin’s head swivelled back to her.