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da.therestaurantattheendoftheuniverse-第21部分

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nsibly tortuous Galactic Copyright laws。
  It is interesting to note that a later and wilier editor sent the book backwards in time through a temporal warp; and then successfully sued the breakfast cereal pany for infringement of the same laws。
  Here is a sample:
  
  The Universe … some information to help you live in it。
  
  1 … Area: Infinite。
  The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offers this definition of the word 〃Infinite〃。
  Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some。 Much bigger than that in fact; really amazingly immense; a totally stunning size; 〃wow; that's big〃; time。 Infinity is just so big that by parison; bigness itself looks really titchy。 Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here。
  
  2 … Imports: None。
  It is impossible to import things into an infinite area; there being no outside to import things in from。
  
  3 … Exports: None。
  See imports。
  
  4 … Population: None。
  It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds; simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in。 However; not every one of them is inhabited。 Therefore; there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds。 Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds; so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero。 From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero; and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination。
  
  5 … Monetary Units: None。
  In fact there are three freely convertible currencies in the Galaxy; but none of them count。 The Altairan Dollar has recently collapsed; the Flaninian Pobble Bead is only exchangeable for other Flaninian Pobble Beads; and the Triganic Pu has its own very special problems。 Its exchange rate of eight Ningis to one Pu is simple enough; but since a Ningi is a triangular rubber coin six thousand eight hundred miles across each side; no one has ever collected enough to own one Pu。 Ningis are not negotiable currency because the Galactibanks refuse to deal in fiddling small change。 From this basic premise it is very simple to prove that the Galactibanks are also the product of a deranged imagination。
  
  6 … Art: None。
  The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature; and there simply isn't a mirror big enough … see point one。
  
  7 … Sex: None。
  Well; in fact there is an awful lot of this; largely because of the total lack of money; trade; banks; art; or anything else that might keep all the non…existent people of the Universe occupied。
  However; it is not worth embarking on a long discussion of it now because it really is terribly plicated。 For further information see Guide Chapters seven; nine; ten; eleven; fourteen; sixteen; seventeen; nineteen; twenty…one to eighty…four inclusive; and in fact most of the rest of the Guide。
  
  
   Chapter 20
  
  The Restaurant continued existing; but everything else had stopped。 Temporal relastatics held it and protected it in a nothingness that wasn't merely a vacuum; it was simply nothing … there was nothing in which a vacuum could be said to exist。
  The force…shielded dome had once again been rendered opaque; the party was over; the diners were leaving; Zarquon had vanished along with the rest of the Universe; the Time Turbines were preparing to pull the Restaurant back across the brink of time in readiness for the lunch sitting; and Max Quordlepleen was back in his small curtained dressing room trying to raise his agent on the tempophone。
  In the car park stood the black ship; closed and silent。
  In to the car park came the late Mr。 Hotblack Desiato; propelled along the moving catwalk by his bodyguard。
  They descended one of the tubes。 As they approached the limoship a hatchway swung down from its side; engaged the wheels of the wheelchair and drew it inside。 The bodyguard followed; and having seen his boss safely connected up to his death…support system; moved up to the small cockpit。 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。
  The black ship glided smoothly forward out of its bay; turned; and moved down the central causeway swiftly and quietly。 At the end it accelerated rapidly; flung itself into the temporal launch chamber and began the long journey back into the distant past。
  The Milliways Lunch Menu quotes; by permission; a passage from The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy。 The passage is this:
  The History of every major Galactic Civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases; those of Survival; Inquiry and Sophistication; otherwise known as the How; Why and Where phases。
  For instance; the first phase is characterized by the question 〃How can we eat?〃; the second by the question 〃Why do we eat?〃 and the third by the question; 〃Where shall we have lunch?〃
  The Menu goes on to suggest that Milliways; the Restaurant at the End of the Universe; would be a very agreeable and sophisticated answer to that third question。
  What it doesn't go on to say is that though it will usually take a large civilization many thousands of years to pass through the How; Why and Where phases; small social groupings under stressful conditions can pass through them with extreme rapidity。
  〃How are we doing?〃 said Arthur Dent。
  〃Badly;〃 said Ford Prefect。
  〃Where are we going?〃 said Trillian。
  〃I don't know;〃 said Zaphod Beeblebrox。
  〃Why not?〃 demanded Arthur Dent。
  〃Shut up;〃 suggested Zaphod Beeblebrox and Ford Prefect。
  〃Basically; what you're trying to say;〃 said Arthur Dent; ignoring this suggestion; 〃is that we're out of control。〃
  The ship was rocking and swaying sickeningly as Ford and Zaphod tried to wrest control from the autopilot。 The engines howled and whined like tired children in a supermarket。
  〃It's the wild colour scheme that freaks me;〃 said Zaphod whose love affair with this ship had lasted almost three minutes into the flight; 〃Every time you try to operate on of these weird black controls that are labelled in black on a black background; a little black light lights up black to let you know you've done it。 What is this? Some kind of galactic hyperhearse?〃
  The walls of the swaying cabin were also black; the ceiling was black; the seats … which were rudimentary since the only important trip this ship was designed for was supposed to be unmanned … were black; the control panel was black; the instruments were black; the little screws that held them in place were black; the thin tufted nylon floor covering was black; and when they had lifted up a corner of it they had discovered that the foam underlay also was black。
  〃Perhaps whoever designed it had eyes that responded to different wavelengths;〃 offered Trillian。
  〃Or didn't have much imagination;〃 muttered Arthur。
  〃Perhaps;〃 said Marvin; 〃he was feeling very depressed。〃
  In fact; though they weren't to know it; the decor had been chosen in honour of its owner's sad; lamented; and tax…deductible condition。
  The ship gave a particularly sickening lurch。
  〃Take it easy;〃 pleaded Arthur; 〃you're making me space sick。〃
  〃Time sick;〃 said Ford; 〃we're plummeting backwards through time。〃
  〃Thank you;〃 said Arthur; 〃now I think I really am going to be ill。〃
  〃Go ahead;〃 said Zaphod; 〃we could do with a little colour about this place。〃
  〃This is meant to be a polite after…dinner conversation is it?〃 snapped Arthur。
  Zaphod left the controls for Ford to figure out; and lurched over to Arthur。
  〃Look; Earthman;〃 he said angrily; 〃you've got a job to do; right? The Question to the Ultimate Answer; right?〃
  〃What; that thing?〃 said Arthur; 〃I thought we'd forgotten about that。〃
  〃Not me; baby。 Like the mice said; it's worth a lot of money in the right quarters。 And it's all locked up in that head thing of yours。〃
  〃Yes but。。。〃
  〃But nothing! Think about it。 The Meaning of Life! We get our fingers on that we can hold every shrink in the Galaxy up to ransom; and that's worth a bundle。 I owe mine a mint。〃
  Arthur took a deep breath without much enthusiasm。
  〃Alright;〃 he said; 〃but where do we start? How should I know? They say the Ultimate Answer or whatever is Forty…two; how am I supposed to know what the question is? It could be anything。 I mean; what's six times seven?〃
  Zaphod looked at him hard for a moment。 Then his eyes blazed with excitement。
  〃Forty…two!〃 he cried。
  Arthur wiped his palm across his forehead。
  〃Yes;〃 he said patiently;〃 I know that。〃
  Zaphod's faces fell。
  〃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; 
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