da.therestaurantattheendoftheuniverse-第35章
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〃Arthur！〃 yelled Ford suddenly。
It was the afternoon of the second day。 Arthur was sitting on a high rock watching the thundering sea smashing itself against the craggy promontories。
〃Arthur！〃 yelled Ford again。
Arthur looked to where Ford's voice had e from； carried faintly in the wind。
Ford had gone to examine a glacier； and Arthur found him there crouching by the solid wall of blue ice。 He was tense with excitement … his eyes darted up to meet Arthur's。
〃Look；〃 he said； 〃look！〃
Arthur looked。 He saw the solid wall of blue ice。
〃Yes；〃 he said； 〃it's a glacier。 I've already seen it。〃
〃No；〃 said Ford； 〃you've looked at it； you haven't seen it。 Look！〃
Ford was pointing deep into the heart of the ice。
Arthur peered … he saw nothing but vague shadows。
〃Move back from it；〃 insisted Ford； 〃look again。〃
Arthur moved back and looked again。
〃No；〃 he said； and shrugged。 〃What am I supposed to be looking for？〃
And suddenly he saw it。
〃You see it？〃
He saw it。
His mouth started to speak； but his brain decided it hadn't got anything to say yet and shut it again。 His brain then started to contend with the problem of what his eyes told it they were looking at； but in doing so relinquished control of the mouth which promptly fell open again。 Once more gathering up the jaw； his brain lost control of his left hand which then wandered around in an aimless fashion。 For a second or so the brain tried to catch the left hand without letting go of the mouth and simultaneously tried to think about what was buried in the ice； which is probably why the legs went and Arthur dropped restfully to the ground。
The thing that had been causing all this neural upset was a network of shadows in the ice； about eighteen inches beneath the surface。 Looked at it from the right angle they resolved into the solid shapes of letters from an alien alphabet； each about three feet high； and for those； like Arthur； who couldn't read Magrathean there was above the letters the outline of a face hanging in the ice。
It was an old face； thin and distinguished； careworn but not unkind。
It was the face of the man who had won an award for designing the coastline they now knew themselves to be standing on。
Chapter 32
A thin whine filled the air。 It whirled and howled through the trees upsetting the squirrels。 A few birds flew off in disgust。 The noise danced and skittered round the clearing。 It whooped； it rasped； it generally offended。
The Captain； however； regarded the lone bagpiper with an indulgent eye。 Little could disturb his equanimity； indeed； once he had got over the loss of his gorgeous bath during that unpleasantness in the swamp all those months ago he had begun to find his new life remarkably congenial。 A hollow had been scooped out of a large rock which stood in the middle of the clearing； and in this he would bask daily whilst attendants sloshed water over him。 Not particularly warm water； it must be said； as they hadn't yet worked out a way of heating it。 Never mind； that would e； and in the meantime search parties were scouring the countryside far and wide for a hot spring； preferably one in a nice leafy glade； and if it was near a soap mine … perfection。 To those who said that they had a feeling soap wasn't found in mines； the Captain had ventured to suggest that perhaps that was because no one had looked hard enough； and this possibility had been reluctantly acknowledged。
No； life was very pleasant； and the greatest thing about it was that when the hot spring was found； plete with leafy glade en suite； and when in the fullness of time the cry came reverberating across the hills that the soap mine had been located and was producing five hundred cakes a day it would be more pleasant still。 It was very important to have things to look forward to。
Wail； wail； screech； wail； howl； honk； squeak went the bagpipes； increasing the Captain's already considerable pleasure at the thought that any moment now they might stop。 That was something he looked forward to as well。
What else was pleasant； he asked himself？ Well； so many things： the red and gold of the trees； now that autumn was approaching； the peaceful chatter of scissors a few feet from his bath where a couple of hairdressers were exercising their skills on a dozing art director and his assistant； the sunlight gleaming off the six shiny telephones lined up along the edge of his rock…hewn bath。 The only thing nicer than a phone that didn't ring all the time （or indeed at all） was six phones that didn't ring all the time （or indeed at all）。
Nicest of all was the happy murmur of all the hundreds of people slowly assembling in the clearing around him to watch the afternoon mittee meeting。
The Captain punched his rubber duck playfully on the beak。 The afternoon mittee meetings were his favourite。
Other eyes watched the assembling crowds。 High in a tree on the edge of the clearing squatted Ford Prefect； lately returned from foreign climes。 After his six month journey he was lean and healthy； his eyes gleamed； he wore a reindeer…skin coat； his beard was as thick and his face as bronzed as a country…rock singer's。
He and Arthur Dent had been watching the Golgafrinchans for almost a week now； and Ford had decided to stir things up a bit。
The clearing was now full。 Hundreds of men and women lounged around； chatting； eating fruit； playing cards and generally having a fairly relaxed time of it。 Their track suits were now all dirty and even torn； but they all had immaculately styled hair。 Ford was puzzled to see that many of them had stuffed their track suits full of leaves and wondered if this was meant to be some form of insulation against the ing winter。 Ford's eyes narrowed。 They couldn't be interested in botany of a sudden could they？
In the middle of these speculations the Captain's voice rose above the hubbub。
〃Alright；〃 he said； 〃I'd like to call this meeting to some sort of order if that's at all possible。 Is that alright with everybody？〃 He smiled genially。 〃In a minute。 When you're all ready。〃
The talking gradually died away and the clearing fell silent； except for the bagpiper who seemed to be in some wild and uninhabitable musical world of his own。 A few of those in his immediate vicinity threw some leaves to him。 If there was any reason for this then it escaped Ford Prefect for the moment。
A small group of people had clustered round the Captain and one of them was clearly beginning to speak。 He did this by standing up； clearing his throat and then gazing off into the distance as if to signify to the crowd that he would be with them in a minute。
The crowd of course were riveted and all turned their eyes on him。
A moment of silence followed； which Ford judged to be the right dramatic moment to make his entry。 The man turned to speak。
Ford dropped down out of the tree。
〃Hi there；〃 he said。
The crowd swivelled round。
〃Ah my dear fellow；〃 called out the Captain； 〃Got any matches on you？ Or a lighter？ Anything like that？〃
〃No；〃 said Ford； sounding a little deflated。 It wasn't what he'd prepared。 He decided he'd better be a little stronger on the subject。
〃No I haven't；〃 he continued； 〃No matches。 Instead I bring you news。。。〃
〃Pity；〃 said the Captain； 〃We've all run out you see。 Haven't had a hot bath in weeks。〃
Ford refused to be headed off。
〃I bring you news；〃 he said； 〃of a discovery that might interest you。〃
〃Is it on the agenda？〃 snapped the man whom Ford had interrupted。
Ford smiled a broad country…rock singer smile。
〃Now； e on；〃 he said。
〃Well I'm sorry；〃 said the man huffily； 〃but speaking as a management consultant of many years' standing； I must insist on the importance of observing the mittee structure。〃
Ford looked round the crowd。
〃He's mad you know；〃 he said； 〃this is a prehistoric planet。〃
〃Address the chair！〃 snapped the management consultant。
〃There isn't chair；〃 explained Ford； 〃there's only a rock。〃
The management consultant decided that testiness was what the situation now called for。
〃Well； call it a chair；〃 he sai
