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Now concentrate!"

"Three minutes," said Ford Prefect.

"Why," said Arthur Dent, "are we doing this?"

"Shut up," suggested Zaphod Beeblebrox.
Trillian said nothing. What, she thought, was there to say?

The only light on the bridge came from two dim red triangles in a
far corner where Marvin the Paranoid Android sat slumped,
ignoring all and ignored by all, in a private and rather
unpleasant world of his own.

Round the central console four figures hunched in tight
concentration trying to blot from their minds the terrifying
shuddering of the ship and the fearful roar that echoed through
it.

They concentrated.

Still they concentrated.

And still they concentrated.

The seconds ticked by.

On Zaphod's brow stood beads of sweat, first of concentration,
then of frustration and finally of embarrassment.

At last he let out a cry of anger, snatched back his hands from
Trillian and Ford and stabbed at the light switch.

"Ah, I was beginning to think you'd never turn the lights on,"
said a voice. "No, not too bright please, my eyes aren't what
they once were."

Four figures jolted upright in their seats. Slowly they turned
their heads to look, though their scalps showed a distinct
propensity to try and stay in the same place.

"Now. Who disturbs me at this time?" said the small, bent, gaunt
figure standing by the sprays of fern at the far end of the
bridge. His two small wispy-haired heads looked so ancient that
it seemed they might hold dim memories of the birth of the
galaxies themselves. One lolled in sleep, but the other squinted
sharply at them. If his eyes weren't what they once were, they
must once have been diamond cutters.

Zaphod stuttered nervously for a moment. He gave the intricate