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Who wrote The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy for? | The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy for Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst and all other Arlingtoniansfor tea, sympathy, and a sofaFar out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.This planet has or rather had a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place.And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place.This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.This is not her story. | Jonny brock and clare gorst |
What is the name of the book for Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst? | The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy for Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst and all other Arlingtoniansfor tea, sympathy, and a sofaFar out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.This planet has or rather had a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place.And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place.This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.This is not her story. | The hitch hiker ' s guide to the galaxy |
How far away is a small unregarded yellow sun from Earth? | The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy for Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst and all other Arlingtoniansfor tea, sympathy, and a sofaFar out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.This planet has or rather had a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place.And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place.This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.This is not her story. | Ninety two million miles |
What was the name of the small cafe in Rickmansworth? | The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy for Jonny Brock and Clare Gorst and all other Arlingtoniansfor tea, sympathy, and a sofaFar out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.This planet has or rather had a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time.Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.And so the problem remained; lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place.And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place.This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.This is not her story. | One girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in rickmansworth |
What was the name of the book that was never published on Earth? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | The hitch hiker ' s guide to the galaxy |
What was The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | A book |
What was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | The hitch hiker ' s guide to the galaxy |
What is more popular than Celestial Home Care Omnibus? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | The hitch hiker ' s guide to the galaxy not an earth book , never published on earth , and until the terrible catastrophe occurred , never seen or heard of by any earthman . nevertheless , a wholly remarkable book . in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of ursa minor of which no earthman had ever heard either . not only is it a wholly remarkable book , it is also a highly successful one more popular than the celestial home care omnibus , better selling than fifty more things to do in zero gravity , and more controversial than oolon colluphid ' s trilogy of philosophical blockbusters where god went wrong , some more of god ' s greatest mistakes and who is this god person anyway ? in many of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer eastern rim of the galaxy , the hitch hiker ' s guide |
What is better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | Celestial home care omnibus |
Who wrote the trilogy Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Great Mistakes and Who is this God? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | Oolon colluphid |
What has the Hitch Hiker's Guide supplanted as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | Encyclopedia galactica |
What are the words Don't Panic inscribed in? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | Large friendly letters |
What words are on the cover of Don't Panic? | It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman.Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor of which no Earthman had ever heard either.Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one more popular than the Celestial Home Care Omnibus, better selling than Fifty More Things to do in Zero Gravity, and more controversial than Oolon Colluphid's trilogy of philosophical blockbusters Where God Went Wrong, Some More of God's Greatest Mistakes and Who is this God Person Anyway?In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words Don't Panic inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply.It begins with a house.The house stood on a slight rise just on the edge of the village.It stood on its own and looked over a broad spread of West Country farmland.Not a remarkable house by any means it was about thirty years old, squattish, squarish, made of brick, and had four windows set in the front of a size and proportion which more or less exactly failed to please the eye. | Large friendly letters |
Why did he move out of London? | He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable.He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite at ease with himself.The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought.It was, too most of his friends worked in advertising.It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good.He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.Toothpaste on the brush so.Scrub. | It made him nervous and irritable |
What did most of Arthur's friends work in? | He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable.He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite at ease with himself.The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought.It was, too most of his friends worked in advertising.It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good.He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.Toothpaste on the brush so.Scrub. | Advertising |
What did the council want to do instead of knocking Arthur down? | He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable.He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite at ease with himself.The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought.It was, too most of his friends worked in advertising.It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good.He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.Toothpaste on the brush so.Scrub. | Build an bypass |
At what hour did Arthur wake up? | He had lived in it for about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable.He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never quite at ease with himself.The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about.He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends was a lot more interesting than they probably thought.It was, too most of his friends worked in advertising.It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead.At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good.He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash.Toothpaste on the brush so.Scrub. | Eight o ' clock |
Whose bristles did Arthur Dent's toothbrush reflect? | He adjusted it.For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window.Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles.He shaved them off, washed, dried, and stomped off to the kitchen to find something pleasant to put in his mouth.Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee.Yawn.The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.He stared at it."Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed. | A second bulldozer |
Who was a descendant of Genghis Khan? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Mr l prosser |
What traits did Mr L Prosser have? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats |
What did Arthur Dent's house get cleared out of? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Mud |
Whose house was cleared out? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Arthur dent |
Whose house was cleared out of the way before the day was out? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Arthur dent |
What did Arthur Dent say he couldn't do? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | Lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely |
What did Arthur lay in the mud and squelch at him? | In other words he was a carbon based life form descended from an ape.More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby and worked for the local council.Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man.Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out."Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know.You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it.Arthur lay in the mud and squelched at him."I'm game," he said, "we'll see who rusts first. | " i ' m game , " he said , " we ' ll see who rusts first |
What are devices that allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast while others dash from point B to point A very fast? | "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said."It's a bypass.You've got to build bypasses."Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast.People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D.Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C.He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D.His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. | Bypasses |
Where are people living at point C often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there? | "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said."It's a bypass.You've got to build bypasses."Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast.People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D.Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C.He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D.His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. | A point directly in between |
Who wanted to be at point D? | "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said."It's a bypass.You've got to build bypasses."Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast.People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D.Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C.He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D.His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. | Mr prosser |
Where was point D? | "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said."It's a bypass.You've got to build bypasses."Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast.People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D.Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C.He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D.His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. | Any convenient point a very long way from points a , b and c |
What was the closest pub to point D? | "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said."It's a bypass.You've got to build bypasses."Bypasses are devices which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast.People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen to get there.They often wish that people would just once and for all work out where the hell they wanted to be.Mr Prosser wanted to be at point D.Point D wasn't anywhere in particular, it was just any convenient point a very long way from points A, B and C.He would have a nice little cottage at point D, with axes over the door, and spend a pleasant amount of time at point E, which would be the nearest pub to point D.His wife of course wanted climbing roses, but he wanted axes. | Point e |
How did Prosser feel on each foot? | He flushed hotly under the derisive grins of the bulldozer drivers.He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn't him.Mr Prosser said: "You were quite entitled to make any suggestions or protests at the appropriate time you know.""Appropriate time?" hooted Arthur."Appropriate time? The first I knew about it was when a workman arrived at my home yesterday.I asked him if he'd come to clean the windows and he said no he'd come to demolish the house.He didn't tell me straight away of course.Oh no.First he wiped a couple of windows and charged me a fiver. | Uncomfortable |
What was a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard? | ""But look, you found the notice didn't you?""Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did.It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard."A cloud passed overhead.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent's house.Mr Prosser frowned at it."It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said."I'm sorry, but I happen to like it.""You'll like the bypass.""Oh shut up," said Arthur Dent. | It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory |
Who did Arthur Dent say found the notice? | ""But look, you found the notice didn't you?""Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did.It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard."A cloud passed overhead.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent's house.Mr Prosser frowned at it."It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said."I'm sorry, but I happen to like it.""You'll like the bypass.""Oh shut up," said Arthur Dent. | Mr prosser |
Who said "Oh shut up"? | ""But look, you found the notice didn't you?""Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did.It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard."A cloud passed overhead.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent's house.Mr Prosser frowned at it."It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said."I'm sorry, but I happen to like it.""You'll like the bypass.""Oh shut up," said Arthur Dent. | Arthur dent |
Arthur Dent said "I'm sorry, but I happen to like it." | ""But look, you found the notice didn't you?""Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did.It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard."A cloud passed overhead.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud.It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent's house.Mr Prosser frowned at it."It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said."I'm sorry, but I happen to like it.""You'll like the bypass.""Oh shut up," said Arthur Dent. | Mr prosser frowned at it . " it ' s not as if it ' s a particularly nice house , " he said . " i ' m sorry , but i happen to like it . " " you ' ll like the bypass |
What was Arthur Dent's house consumed with? | You haven't got a leg to stand on and you know it."Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's house being consumed with fire and Arthur himself running screaming from the blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from his back.Mr Prosser was often bothered with visions like these and they made him feel very nervous.He stuttered for a moment and then pulled himself together."Mr Dent," he said."Hello? Yes?" said Arthur."Some factual information for you.Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?""How much?" said Arthur."None at all," said Mr Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him.By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he usually claimed. | Fire |
What did Mr Prosser's mouth open and close? | You haven't got a leg to stand on and you know it."Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's house being consumed with fire and Arthur himself running screaming from the blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from his back.Mr Prosser was often bothered with visions like these and they made him feel very nervous.He stuttered for a moment and then pulled himself together."Mr Dent," he said."Hello? Yes?" said Arthur."Some factual information for you.Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?""How much?" said Arthur."None at all," said Mr Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him.By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he usually claimed. | A couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of arthur dent ' s house being consumed with fire |
How many spears protruded from Arthur's back? | You haven't got a leg to stand on and you know it."Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's house being consumed with fire and Arthur himself running screaming from the blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from his back.Mr Prosser was often bothered with visions like these and they made him feel very nervous.He stuttered for a moment and then pulled himself together."Mr Dent," he said."Hello? Yes?" said Arthur."Some factual information for you.Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?""How much?" said Arthur."None at all," said Mr Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him.By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he usually claimed. | At least three |
How many hairy horsemen were shouting at Mr Prosser? | You haven't got a leg to stand on and you know it."Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly attractive visions of Arthur Dent's house being consumed with fire and Arthur himself running screaming from the blazing ruin with at least three hefty spears protruding from his back.Mr Prosser was often bothered with visions like these and they made him feel very nervous.He stuttered for a moment and then pulled himself together."Mr Dent," he said."Hello? Yes?" said Arthur."Some factual information for you.Have you any idea how much damage that bulldozer would suffer if I just let it roll straight over you?""How much?" said Arthur."None at all," said Mr Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him.By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest friends was not descended from an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he usually claimed. | A thousand |
Why did he choose the name Ford Prefect? | This friend of his had first arrived on the planet some fifteen Earth years previously, and he had worked hard to blend himself into Earth society with, it must be said, some success.For instance he had spent those fifteen years pretending to be an out of work actor, which was plausible enough.He had made one careless blunder though, because he had skimped a bit on his preparatory research.The information he had gathered had led him to choose the name "Ford Prefect" as being nicely inconspicuous.He was not conspicuously tall, his features were striking but not conspicuously handsome.His hair was wiry and gingerish and brushed backwards from the temples.His skin seemed to be pulled backwards from the nose.There was something very slightly odd about him, but it was difficult to say what it was.Perhaps it was that his eyes didn't blink often enough and when you talked to him for any length of time your eyes began involuntarily to water on his behalf.Perhaps it was that he smiled slightly too broadly and gave people the unnerving impression that he was about to go for their neck. | Nicely inconspicuous |
What was Prefect's hair like? | This friend of his had first arrived on the planet some fifteen Earth years previously, and he had worked hard to blend himself into Earth society with, it must be said, some success.For instance he had spent those fifteen years pretending to be an out of work actor, which was plausible enough.He had made one careless blunder though, because he had skimped a bit on his preparatory research.The information he had gathered had led him to choose the name "Ford Prefect" as being nicely inconspicuous.He was not conspicuously tall, his features were striking but not conspicuously handsome.His hair was wiry and gingerish and brushed backwards from the temples.His skin seemed to be pulled backwards from the nose.There was something very slightly odd about him, but it was difficult to say what it was.Perhaps it was that his eyes didn't blink often enough and when you talked to him for any length of time your eyes began involuntarily to water on his behalf.Perhaps it was that he smiled slightly too broadly and gave people the unnerving impression that he was about to go for their neck. | Wiry and gingerish |
What kind of drinks did Ford buy? | For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out.Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until someone asked him what he was doing.Then he would start guiltily for a moment, relax and grin."Oh, just looking for flying saucers," he would joke and everyone would laugh and ask him what sort of flying saucers he was looking for."Green ones!" he would reply with a wicked grin, laugh wildly for a moment and then suddenly lunge for the nearest bar and buy an enormous round of drinks.Evenings like this usually ended badly.Ford would get out of his skull on whisky, huddle into a corner with some girl and explain to her in slurred phrases that honestly the colour of the flying saucers didn't matter that much really.Thereafter, staggering semi paralytic down the night streets he would often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse.The policemen would usually say something like, "Don't you think it's about time you went off home sir?""I'm trying to baby, I'm trying to," is what Ford invariably replied on these occasions.In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky was any kind of flying saucer at all. | Whisky |
What type of drink did Ford get out of his skull? | For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out.Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until someone asked him what he was doing.Then he would start guiltily for a moment, relax and grin."Oh, just looking for flying saucers," he would joke and everyone would laugh and ask him what sort of flying saucers he was looking for."Green ones!" he would reply with a wicked grin, laugh wildly for a moment and then suddenly lunge for the nearest bar and buy an enormous round of drinks.Evenings like this usually ended badly.Ford would get out of his skull on whisky, huddle into a corner with some girl and explain to her in slurred phrases that honestly the colour of the flying saucers didn't matter that much really.Thereafter, staggering semi paralytic down the night streets he would often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse.The policemen would usually say something like, "Don't you think it's about time you went off home sir?""I'm trying to baby, I'm trying to," is what Ford invariably replied on these occasions.In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky was any kind of flying saucer at all. | Whisky |
What would Ford often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse? | For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out.Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until someone asked him what he was doing.Then he would start guiltily for a moment, relax and grin."Oh, just looking for flying saucers," he would joke and everyone would laugh and ask him what sort of flying saucers he was looking for."Green ones!" he would reply with a wicked grin, laugh wildly for a moment and then suddenly lunge for the nearest bar and buy an enormous round of drinks.Evenings like this usually ended badly.Ford would get out of his skull on whisky, huddle into a corner with some girl and explain to her in slurred phrases that honestly the colour of the flying saucers didn't matter that much really.Thereafter, staggering semi paralytic down the night streets he would often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse.The policemen would usually say something like, "Don't you think it's about time you went off home sir?""I'm trying to baby, I'm trying to," is what Ford invariably replied on these occasions.In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky was any kind of flying saucer at all. | Flying saucers |
What did Ford wish would arrive soon? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | A flying saucer |
How did Ford flag flying saucers down? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | Get lifts from them |
How much did Ford prefect pay to see the Marvels of the Universe? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | Less than thirty altairan dollars a day |
What book was Ford a researcher for? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | The hitch hiker ' s guide to the galaxy |
Who wrote The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | Ford prefect |
What was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | Making occasional demands to see his lawyer , his mother or a good book |
What did Arthur sometimes ask for? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | His lawyer , his mother or a good book |
What was Mr Prosser's accepted role? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | To tackle arthur |
What was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in? | Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them.He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine.It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.A shadow moved across him again."Hello Arthur," said the shadow. | The sun |
What was Ford's answer to Arthur's question? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | Fine |
What did Arthur say about Ford? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | We ' ve got to talk |
What did Arthur Dent say to Ford Prefect? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | " good , is there anywhere we can talk |
What did Ford look into the sky like? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | A rabbit trying to get run over by a car |
What did Arthur stare at Arthur? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | The sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car |
What was Arthur trying to get run over by? | "Ford! Hello, how are you?""Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?""Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur."Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that...well, no not especially, why?"They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating.He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?""What?" said Arthur Dent.For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur."We've got to talk," he said urgently."Fine," said Arthur, "talk. | A car |
What did Arthur say to Prosser? | "It's vitally important that we talk and drink.Now.We'll go to the pub in the village."He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant."Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur.He pointed at Prosser."That man wants to knock my house down!"Ford glanced at him, puzzled."Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked."But I don't want him to!""Ah.""Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur. | That man wants to knock my house down |
Who wanted to knock down Arthur's house? | "It's vitally important that we talk and drink.Now.We'll go to the pub in the village."He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant."Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur.He pointed at Prosser."That man wants to knock my house down!"Ford glanced at him, puzzled."Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked."But I don't want him to!""Ah.""Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur. | Prosser |
What is Arthur's answer to the question? | "It's vitally important that we talk and drink.Now.We'll go to the pub in the village."He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant."Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur.He pointed at Prosser."That man wants to knock my house down!"Ford glanced at him, puzzled."Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked."But I don't want him to!""Ah.""Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur. | That man wants to knock my house down |
What did Arthur say to Arthur? | "It's vitally important that we talk and drink.Now.We'll go to the pub in the village."He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant."Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur.He pointed at Prosser."That man wants to knock my house down!"Ford glanced at him, puzzled."Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked."But I don't want him to!""Ah.""Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur. | That man wants to knock my house down ! |
Where is the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | Star system of orion beta |
What game did Ford learn to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | Indian wrestling |
What did the hyperspace ports serve in the star system of Orion Beta? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | Madranite mining belts |
What game was similar to Indian Wrestling? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | Earth game called indian wrestling , and was played like this : two contestants would sit either side of a table , with a glass in front of each of them . between them would be placed a bottle of janx spirit |
What is the name of the ancient Orion mining song that immortalized Janx Spirit? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | " oh don ' t give me none more of that old janx spirit |
What would be placed between each of the Orion's? | Nothing's the matter.Listen to me I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard.I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom.""But why?""Because you are going to need a very stiff drink."Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning to weaken.He didn't realize that this was because of an old drinking game that Ford learned to play in the hyperspace ports that served the madranite mining belts in the star system of Orion Beta.The game was not unlike the Earth game called Indian Wrestling, and was played like this:Two contestants would sit either side of a table, with a glass in front of each of them.Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that sinful Old Janx Spirit").Each of the two contestants would then concentrate their will on the bottle and attempt to tip it and pour spirit into the glass of his opponent who would then have to drink it.The bottle would then be refilled. | A bottle of janx spirit |
What is one of the effects of Janx spirit to depress? | And again.Once you started to lose you would probably keep losing, because one of the effects of Janx spirit is to depress telepsychic power.As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to perform a forfeit, which was usually obscenely biological.Ford Prefect usually played to lose.Ford stared at Arthur, who began to think that perhaps he did want to go to the Horse and Groom after all."But what about my house...?" he asked plaintively.Ford looked across to Mr Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him. | Telepsychic power |
What did Ford Prefect usually play to lose? | And again.Once you started to lose you would probably keep losing, because one of the effects of Janx spirit is to depress telepsychic power.As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to perform a forfeit, which was usually obscenely biological.Ford Prefect usually played to lose.Ford stared at Arthur, who began to think that perhaps he did want to go to the Horse and Groom after all."But what about my house...?" he asked plaintively.Ford looked across to Mr Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him. | Obscenely biological |
What struck Mr Prosser? | And again.Once you started to lose you would probably keep losing, because one of the effects of Janx spirit is to depress telepsychic power.As soon as a predetermined quantity had been consumed, the final loser would have to perform a forfeit, which was usually obscenely biological.Ford Prefect usually played to lose.Ford stared at Arthur, who began to think that perhaps he did want to go to the Horse and Groom after all."But what about my house...?" he asked plaintively.Ford looked across to Mr Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him. | A wicked thought |
What did Ford say he couldn't do because he was lying in front of the bulldozers? | ..""And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?""Yes, and...""I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford."Excuse me!" he shouted.Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around.He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company."Yes? Hello?" he called. | I ' m sure we can come to some arrangement |
Who was arguing with a spokesman about Arthur Dent? | ..""And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?""Yes, and...""I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford."Excuse me!" he shouted.Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around.He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company."Yes? Hello?" he called. | Mr prosser |
What did Dent consider to be a mental health hazard? | ..""And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?""Yes, and...""I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford."Excuse me!" he shouted.Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around.He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company."Yes? Hello?" he called. | Bulldozers |
Who was Dent surprised to find? | ..""And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?""Yes, and...""I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford."Excuse me!" he shouted.Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around.He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company."Yes? Hello?" he called. | Arthur had company |
What was Arthur's name? | ..""And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?""Yes, and...""I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford."Excuse me!" he shouted.Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a mental health hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around.He was surprised and slightly alarmed to find that Arthur had company."Yes? Hello?" he called. | Dent |
What is Ford's job title? | "And can we also assume," said Ford, "that he's going to be staying here all day?""So?""So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?""Could be, could be...""Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him to lie here all the time do you?""What?""You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here."Mr Prosser thought about this."Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need.. | Mr prosser |
What does Ford say he'll be doing? | "And can we also assume," said Ford, "that he's going to be staying here all day?""So?""So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?""Could be, could be...""Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him to lie here all the time do you?""What?""You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here."Mr Prosser thought about this."Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need.. | Staying here all day |
What did Ford say he didn't need to lie here all the time? | "And can we also assume," said Ford, "that he's going to be staying here all day?""So?""So all your men are going to be standing around all day doing nothing?""Could be, could be...""Well, if you're resigned to doing that anyway, you don't actually need him to lie here all the time do you?""What?""You don't," said Ford patiently, "actually need him here."Mr Prosser thought about this."Well no, not as such...", he said, "not exactly need.. | Mr prosser |
What did Prosser think wasn't making a lot of sense? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | One of them |
What did Ford say if you wanted to take it as read that he's actually here? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | Then he and i could slip off down to the pub for half an hour |
What did Mr Prosser think the pub sounded like? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | Perfectly potty |
What did Ford say if you want to pop off for a quick one? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | We can always cover up for you in return |
What did Ford say he could always cover up for in return? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | If you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on |
What did Mr Prosser say to Ford? | " Prosser was worried.He thought that one of them wasn't making a lot of sense.Ford said, "So if you would just like to take it as read that he's actually here, then he and I could slip off down to the pub for half an hour.How does that sound?"Mr Prosser thought it sounded perfectly potty."That sounds perfectly reasonable," he said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who he was trying to reassure."And if you want to pop off for a quick one yourself later on," said Ford, "we can always cover up for you in return.""Thank you very much," said Mr Prosser who no longer knew how to play this at all, "thank you very much, yes, that's very kind..." He frowned, then smiled, then tried to do both at once, failed, grasped hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head. | Perfectly potty |
What did Ford say if he wanted to lie down? | "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down...""What?" said Mr Prosser."Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear.Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?""What?" said Mr Prosser again."It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet."You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there.. | If you would just like to come over here and lie down . . . |
What was Ford's reaction to Prosser? | "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down...""What?" said Mr Prosser."Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear.Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?""What?" said Mr Prosser again."It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet."You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there.. | What ? " said mr prosser again . " it ' s very simple , " said ford , " my client , mr dent , says that he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him . " " what are you talking about ? " said arthur , but ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet . |
What does Ford say he will stop lying in the mud on the condition that you come and take over from him? | "So," continued Ford Prefect, "if you would just like to come over here and lie down...""What?" said Mr Prosser."Ah, I'm sorry," said Ford, "perhaps I hadn't made myself fully clear.Somebody's got to lie in front of the bulldozers haven't they? Or there won't be anything to stop them driving into Mr Dent's house will there?""What?" said Mr Prosser again."It's very simple," said Ford, "my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet."You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there.. | Mr dent |
Where did Mr Prosser go instead of Mr Dent? | ""Yes.""In front of the bulldozer?""Yes.""Instead of Mr Dent.""Yes.""In the mud.""In, as you say it, the mud."As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it.He sighed."In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?""That's it," said Ford."That's it exactly. | In the mud |
What did Ford say to Mr Dent in return for taking him to the pub? | ""Yes.""In front of the bulldozer?""Yes.""Instead of Mr Dent.""Yes.""In the mud.""In, as you say it, the mud."As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it.He sighed."In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?""That's it," said Ford."That's it exactly. | In return for which you will take mr dent with you down to the pub ? " " that ' s it |
What did Ford say to Arthur? | "Promise?""Promise," said Ford.He turned to Arthur."Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud.He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.Ford looked at him severely."And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said."The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | Get up and let the man lie down . " |
What did Arthur feel like he was in a dream? | "Promise?""Promise," said Ford.He turned to Arthur."Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud.He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.Ford looked at him severely."And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said."The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | Stood up |
How did Ford look at him? | "Promise?""Promise," said Ford.He turned to Arthur."Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud.He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.Ford looked at him severely."And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said."The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | Severely |
How did Mr Prosser feel about the possibility of crossing his mind? | "Promise?""Promise," said Ford.He turned to Arthur."Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud.He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.Ford looked at him severely."And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said."The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | Merest |
How did he feel about sneaky knocking down Dent's house while he was away? | "Promise?""Promise," said Ford.He turned to Arthur."Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down."Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream.Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud.He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes.Ford looked at him severely."And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said."The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind. | No |
What did Mr Prosser do when he felt miserable and put upon? | He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental health hazard himself.He was far from certain about this his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.This always happened when he felt miserable and put upon, and he had never been able to explain it to himself.In a high dimension of which we know nothing the mighty Khan bellowed with rage, but Mr Prosser only trembled slightly and whimpered.He began to fell little pricks of water behind the eyelids.Bureaucratic cock ups, angry men lying in the mud, indecipherable strangers handing out inexplicable humiliations and an unidentified army of horsemen laughing at him in his head what a day.What a day.Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's house got knocked down or not now.Arthur remained very worried."But can we trust him?" he said. | Trembled slightly and whimpered |
What did Ford Prefect fall behind his eyelids? | He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental health hazard himself.He was far from certain about this his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.This always happened when he felt miserable and put upon, and he had never been able to explain it to himself.In a high dimension of which we know nothing the mighty Khan bellowed with rage, but Mr Prosser only trembled slightly and whimpered.He began to fell little pricks of water behind the eyelids.Bureaucratic cock ups, angry men lying in the mud, indecipherable strangers handing out inexplicable humiliations and an unidentified army of horsemen laughing at him in his head what a day.What a day.Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's house got knocked down or not now.Arthur remained very worried."But can we trust him?" he said. | Little pricks of water |
Who knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's house got knocked down or not? | He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental health hazard himself.He was far from certain about this his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.This always happened when he felt miserable and put upon, and he had never been able to explain it to himself.In a high dimension of which we know nothing the mighty Khan bellowed with rage, but Mr Prosser only trembled slightly and whimpered.He began to fell little pricks of water behind the eyelids.Bureaucratic cock ups, angry men lying in the mud, indecipherable strangers handing out inexplicable humiliations and an unidentified army of horsemen laughing at him in his head what a day.What a day.Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's house got knocked down or not now.Arthur remained very worried."But can we trust him?" he said. | Ford prefect |
Arthur remained very worried about what? | He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not now constitute a mental health hazard himself.He was far from certain about this his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood.This always happened when he felt miserable and put upon, and he had never been able to explain it to himself.In a high dimension of which we know nothing the mighty Khan bellowed with rage, but Mr Prosser only trembled slightly and whimpered.He began to fell little pricks of water behind the eyelids.Bureaucratic cock ups, angry men lying in the mud, indecipherable strangers handing out inexplicable humiliations and an unidentified army of horsemen laughing at him in his head what a day.What a day.Ford Prefect knew that it didn't matter a pair of dingo's kidneys whether Arthur's house got knocked down or not now.Arthur remained very worried."But can we trust him?" he said. | Arthur ' s house got knocked down or not now |
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