"Adams, Douglas - Hitchhiker's 02 - The Restaurant at the End of the Universe 1.1b" - читать интересную книгу автора (Adams Douglas)

talented young complaints executives - now deceased.

The protruding upper halves of the letters now appear, in the
local language, to read "Go stick your head in a pig", and are no
longer illuminated, except at times of special celebration.

Arthur threw away a sixth cup of the liquid.

"Listen, you machine," he said, "you claim you can synthesize any
drink in existence, so why do you keep giving me the same
undrinkable stuff?"

"Nutrition and pleasurable sense data," burbled the machine.
"Share and Enjoy."

"It tastes filthy!"
"If you have enjoyed the experience of this drink," continued the
machine, "why not share it with your friends?"

"Because," said Arthur tartly, "I want to keep them. Will you try
to comprehend what I'm telling you? That drink ..."

"That drink," said the machine sweetly, "was individually
tailored to meet your personal requirements for nutrition and
pleasure."

"Ah," said Arthur, "so I'm a masochist on diet am I?"

"Share and Enjoy."

"Oh shut up."

"Will that be all?"

Arthur decided to give up.

"Yes," he said.

Then he decided he'd be dammed if he'd give up.

"No," he said, "look, it's very, very simple ... all I want ...
is a cup of tea. You are going to make one for me. Keep quiet and
listen."

And he sat. He told the Nutri-Matic about India, he told it about
China, he told it about Ceylon. He told it about broad leaves
drying in the sun. He told it about silver teapots. He told it
about summer afternoons on the lawn. He told it about putting in
the milk before the tea so it wouldn't get scalded. He even told
it (briefly) about the history of the East India Company.