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Posting random lines from the 5 Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy books by Douglas Adams. Bot by @josephwb.bsky.social, using template code from @philna.sh #HHGG #DouglasAdams #DNA Code: https://github.com/josephwb/whalepetunias
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"What in the name of zarking fardwarks is the old fool doing?" exploded Ford.
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"You," he spat. He staggered to his feet and stomped off to find a chair to slump into. He found one and slumped into it.
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"It means we must be on to something!" "How soon can we get off it?"
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You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.
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If any of them had chosen to look out of the window at that moment they would have been startled by the sight of Ford Prefect dropping past them to his certain death and flicking V-signs at them.
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For an instant Halfrunt's smile flickered.
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"We're going," he said excitedly, and shivered with energy.
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He sighed and smiled. "Where were we?" "You were calling me Fenny, and I was about to ask you not to."
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"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.
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it made an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject's taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of the subject's metabolism and then sent tiny expermental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centres of the subject's brain to see what was likely to go down well.
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They all looked to Thrashbarg, but he was on his knees mumbling and looking very firmly up into the sky and not catching anybody else's eye until he'd thought of something.
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"Where are we going?" said Ford. "Back to the Room of Informational Illusions," said Slartibartfast, rising and patting his mouth with the mathematical representation of a paper napkin, "for the second half."
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For a while they flew on, motionless against the starry sweep of the Galaxy, itself motionless against the infinite sweep of the Universe. And then they turned round. "It'll have to go," the men of Krikkit said as they headed back for home.
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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
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it was a pretty nifty one, a small sleek Hrundi four-berth runabout with just about every optional extra in the brochure except Advanced Vectoid Stabilisis, which only wimps went for. You can't get a good tight, sharp curve round a tri-lateral time axis with Advanced Vectoid Stabilisis.
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"I would like you to shut up about your towel," said Ford. "It isn't my towel," insisted Arthur, "that is the point I am trying to..." "And the time at which I would like you to shut up about it," continued Ford in a low growl, "is now."
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"Five to one against and falling..." she said, "four to one against and falling... three to one... two... one... probability factor of one to one... we have normality, I repeat we have normality."
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And it was to this planet that unattended biros would make their way, slipping away quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely biroid lifestyle, responding to highly biro-orientated stimuli, and generally leading the biro equivalent of the good life.
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The ship was one of the sexiest and most beautiful ones that Random had ever seen. It was astounding. Silver, sleek, ineffable.
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"Toy with it," he said, "toy with it." He demonstrated with his own piece. Arthur did so, and felt the slight tingle of a mathematical function thrilling through the chicken leg as it moved four-dimensionally through what Slartibartfast had assured him was five-dimensional space.
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"What sort of ship are we in?" asked Arthur as the pit of eternity yawned beneath them. "I don't know," said Ford, "I haven't opened my eyes yet." "No, nor have I," said Arthur.
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At the Restaurant you can meet and dine with (mayan meetan con with dinan on when) a fascinating cross-section of the entire population of space and time.
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Arthur Dent sat and quivered. He had no idea what he was in for, but he knew that he hadn't liked any thing that had happened so far and didn't think things were likely to change.
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To deal with this problem they ran with an odd kind of movement as if they'd been constructed by somebody very clever in Switzerland.
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"Ford, I have had a fucking bad night! Will you please try and take that into account while you consider what fascinating bits of badger-sputumly inconsequential trivia to assail me with next?"
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professional reporter, on home ground, ready for anything. At least, nearly anything. She turned to look for the girl. That must be her, with the wild hair and wild eyes. The girl turned towards her. And stared. "Mother!" she screamed, and started to hurl rocks at Tricia.