Then why don’t you go and get one?
See you later, Arthur, said Trillian.
Something jogged Arthur’s mind, and he looked around huntedly.
Zaphod isn’t here, is he? he said.
See you, said Trillian firmly, later.
Thor glared at him with hard coal-black eyes, his beard bristled, what little light was there was in the place mustered its forces briefly to glint menacingly off the horns of his helmet.
He took Trillian’s elbow in his extremely large hand and the muscles in his upper arm moved around each other like a couple of Volkswagens parking.
He led her away.
One of the interesting things about being immortal, he said, is…
One of the interesting things about space, Arthur heard Slartibartfast saying to a large and voluminous creature who looked like someone losing a fight with a pink duvet and was gazing raptly at the old man’s deep eyes and silver beard, is how dull it is.
Dull? said the creature, and blinked her rather wrinkled and bloodshot eyes.
Yes, said Slartibartfast, staggeringly dull. Bewilderingly so. You see, there’s so much of it and so little in it. Would you like me to quote some statistics?
Er, well…
Please, I would like to. They, too, are quite sensationally dull.
I’ll come back and hear them in a moment, she said, patting him on the arm, lifted up her skirts like a hovercraft and moved off into the heaving crown.
I thought she’d never go, growled the old man. Come, Earthman…
Arthur.