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Ipdenu."
"I believe," it added, after a slight pause during which it beeped, "that
you had decided to call it a brainless prat."
Wowbagger grunted. He watched the majesty of creation outside his window
for a moment or two.
"I think I'll take a nap," he said, and then added, "what network areas
are we going to be passing through in the next few hours?"
The computer beeped.
"Cosmovid, Thinkpix and Home Brain Box," it said, and beeped.
"Any movies I haven't seen thirty thousand times already?"
"No."
"Uh."
"There's Angst in Space. You've only seen that thirty-three thousand five
hundred and seventeen times."
"Wake me for the second reel."
The computer beeped.
"Sleep well," it said.
The ship fled on through the night.
Meanwhile, on Earth, it began to pour with rain and Arthur Dent sat in his
cave and had one of the most truly rotten evenings of his entire life,
thinking of things he could have said to the alien and swatting flies, who
also had a rotten evening.
The next day he made himself a pouch out of rabbit skin because he thought
it would be useful to keep things in.

Chapter 2

This morning, two years later than that, was sweet and fragrant as he
emerged from the cave he called home until he could think of a better name for
it or find a better cave.
Though his throat was sore again from his early morning yell of horror, he
was suddenly in a terrifically good mood. He wrapped his dilapidated dressing
gown tightly around him and beamed at the bright morning.
The air was clear and scented, the breeze flitted lightly through the tall
grass around his cave, the birds were chirruping at each other, the
butterflies were flitting about prettily, and the whole of nature seemed to be
conspiring to be as pleasant as it possibly could.
It wasn't all the pastoral delights that were making Arthur feel so
cheery, though. He had just had a wonderful idea about how to cope with the
terrible lonely isolation, the nightmares, the failure of all his attempts at
horticulture, and the sheer futurelessness and futility of his life here on
prehistoric Earth, which was that he would go mad.
He beamed again and took a bite out of a rabbit leg left over from his
supper. He chewed happily for a few moments and then decided formally to
announce his decision.
He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and
hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He
spread his arms out wide.
"I will go mad!" he announced.
"Good idea," said Ford Prefect, clambering down from the rock on which he