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closed books to him and, had he had his way, burnt and buried
books as well.

It mattered even less to him that Zaphod Beeblebrox was aboard.
Zaphod Beeblebrox was now the ex-President of the Galaxy, and
though every police force in the Galaxy was currently pursuing
both him and this ship he had stolen, the Vogon was not
interested.

He had other fish to fry.

It has been said that Vogons are not above a little bribery and
corruption in the same way that the sea is not above the clouds,
and this was certainly true in his case. When he heard the words
"integrity" or "moral rectitude", he reached for his dictionary,
and when he heard the chink of ready money in large quantities he
reached for the rule book and threw it away.

In seeking so implacably the destruction of the Earth and all
that therein lay he was moving somewhat above and beyond the call
of his professional duty. There was even some doubt as to whether
the said bypass was actually going to be built, but the matter
had been glossed over.

He grunted a repellent grunt of satisfaction.

"Computer," he croaked, "get me my brain care specialist on the
line."

Within a few seconds the face of Gag Halfrunt appeared on the
screen, smiling the smile of a man who knew he was ten light
years away from the Vogon face he was looking at. Mixed up
somewhere in the smile was a glint of irony too. Though the Vogon
persistently referred to him as "my private brain care
specialist" there was not a lot of brain to take care of, and it
was in fact Halfrunt who was employing the Vogon. He was paying
him an awful lot of money to do some very dirty work. As one of
the Galaxy's most prominent and successful psychiatrists, he and
a consortium of his colleagues were quite prepared to spend an
awful lot of money when it seemed that the entire future of
psychiatry might be at stake.
"Well," he said, "hello my Captain of Vogons Prostetnic, and how
are we feeling today?"

The Vogon captain told him that in the last few hours he had
wiped out nearly half his crew in a disciplinary exercise.

Halfrunt's smile did not flicker for an instant.

"Well," he said, "I think this is perfectly normal behaviour for