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and just this once didn't feel too bad about it.
Play resumed with a new ball, the sun continued to shine and Ford
continued to jump up and down shaking his head and blinking.
"Something's on your mind, isn't it?" said Arthur.
"I think," said Ford in a tone of voice which Arthur by now recognized as
one which presaged something utterly unintelligible, "that there's an SEP over
there."
He pointed. Curiously enough, the direction he pointed in was not the one
in which he was looking. Arthur looked in the one direction, which was towards
the sight-screens, and in the other which was at the field of play. He nodded,
he shrugged. He shrugged again.
"A what?" he said.
"An SEP."
"An S ...?"
"... EP."
"And what's that?"
"Somebody Else's Problem."
"Ah, good," said Arthur and relaxed. He had no idea what all that was
about, but at least it seemed to be over. It wasn't.
"Over there," said Ford, again pointing at the sight-screens and looking
at the pitch.
"Where?" said Arthur.
"There!" said Ford.
"I see," said Arthur, who didn't.
"You do?" said Ford.
"What?" said Arthur.
"Can you see," said Ford patiently, "the SEP?"
"I thought you said that was somebody else's problem."
"That's right."
Arthur nodded slowly, carefully and with an air of immense stupidity.
"And I want to know," said Ford, "if you can see it."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"What," said Arthur, "does it look like?"
"Well, how should I know, you fool?" shouted Ford. "If you can see it, you
tell me."
Arthur experienced that dull throbbing sensation just behind the temples
which was a hallmark of so many of his conversations with Ford. His brain
lurked like a frightened puppy in its kennel. Ford took him by the arm.
"An SEP," he said, "is something that we can't see, or don't see, or our
brain doesn't let us see, because we think that it's somebody else's problem.
That's what SEP means. Somebody Else's Problem. The brain just edits it out,
it's like a blind spot. If you look at it directly you won't see it unless you
know precisely what it is. Your only hope is to catch it by surprise out of
the corner of your eye."
"Ah," said Arthur, "then that's why ..."
"Yes," said Ford, who knew what Arthur was going to say.
"... you've been jumping up and ..."
"Yes."
"... down, and blinking ..."