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Alright," said the settled into silence again. The two men fidgeted. The tension was unbearable. "You're really not going to like it," observed Deep Thought. "Tell us!" "Alright," said Deep Thought. "The Answer to the Great was a long time before anyone spoke. Out of the corner of his eye Phouchg could see the sea of tense expectant faces down in the square outside. "We're going to get lynched aren't we?" he whispered. "It was a tough assignment," said Deep Thought mildly. "Forty-two!" yelled Loonquawl. "Is that all you've got to show for seven and a half million years' work?" "I checked it very thoroughly," said the, "and that quite definitely is the answer. I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is." "But it was the Great Question! The Ultimate Question , the Universe and Everything!" howled Loonquawl.Question ..." " Universe and Everything ..." said Deep Thought. "Yes ...!" "Is ..." said Deep Thought, and paused. "Yes ...!" "Is ..." "Yes ...!!!...?" "Forty-two," said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm

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not getting you down at all am I?" he said pathetically. "No no Marvin," lilted Trillian, "that's just fine, really ..." "I wouldn't like to think that I was getting you down." "No, don't worry about that," the lilt continued, "you just act as comes naturally and everything will be just fine." "You're sure you don't mind?" probed Marvin. "No no Marvin," lilted Trillian, "that's just fine, really ... just Marvin flashed him an electronic look. "Life," said Marvin, "don't talk to me turned hopelessly on his heel and lugged himself out of the cabin. With a satisfied hum and a click the door closed behind him "I don't think I can stand that robot much longer Zaphod," growled Trillian. The Encyclopaedia Galactica defines a robot as a mechanical apparatus designed to do the work of a man. The of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation defines a robot as "Your Plastic Pal Who's Fun To Be With." The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy defines of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation as "a bunch of mindless jerks who'll be the first against the wall when the revolution comes," with a footnote to the effect that the editors would welcome applications from anyone interested in taking over the post of robotics correspondent. Curiously enough, an edition of the Encyclopaedia Galactica that had the good fortune

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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 an ape, but was in fact from a small planet in the vicinity of Betelgeuse and not from Guildford as he usually claimed. Arthur Dent had never, ever suspected this. 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 onhimself 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

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To pass all but invisibly above unsuspecting Bel Air, they were required to stay at the lowest prudent altitude. In these hills, most streets were serpentine and quite narrow, flanked and often overhung by huge trees, providing motorists Trotter sat at the yoke on the bench nearer the stern. He was immediately in front of the engine, the helium feed, and the other controls.At first Corky facedinto another.The swih and sizzle of the rain entirely masked what noise the batteryWagner’s Die Walküre, particularly to the music meant to portray Wagner’s Die Walküre, meant to portray detectors that were alert for intruders at ground level.They crossed scores of sentinel cameras, not one of which was aimed at the sky.Corky did not wish to be deposited at helium into the gas bag overhead or, more quickly, by dumping water from the ballast tanks along both sides of the gondola.Gracefully, almost majesticallyfavored by discerning anarchists—a reliable Rolex—transit time had been three minutes, twenty seconds.8:33. Service to all Manheim phones

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, for Mr. Yorn edged closer still and spoke again: “What did you say?”“Ham sandwiches!” Fric explained, raising his voice almost to a , no anything.Fric scoped the parlor. He saw no place in which an unsuspected companion might be hiding. The door to the hall remained closed, as he had left it.Hesitantly, he stooped. Cautiously, he reached into the hamper.He withdrew a folded newspaper and shakily opened it. The Los Angeles Times.shout.For a moment Mr. Yorn continued to peer in at him, as though studying a curious bug trapped in a specimen jar. Then he shook his head, causing the brim of his rain hat to flap comically, and he turned away.Fric watched the groundskeeper walk past the bronze bowel movement. Mr. Yorn receded into the storm, dwindling across the immense lawn until he appeared to be no bigger than a he was finally gone like a ghost.Fric figured he knew exactly what Mr. Yorn was thinking: Like mother, like son.Rising from the chair, stretching, shaking stiffness out of his legs, Fric accidentally kicked the picnic hamper, knocking it over.The lid fell open, revealing something inside: a whiteness.The hamper had been empty. No quake lights, no ham sandwiches

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Looking at frosted-glass angels, plastic angels, carved-wood angels, painted-tin angels, while at the same time talking to a maybe-for-real angel on the telephone, Fric said, “How can I ever find a safe place if Moloch can travel by mirrors and moonlight?”“He can’t,” said Mysterious Caller. “He doesn’t have my powers, Aelfric. He’s mortal. But don’t think beingphone, Fric said, “ ‘Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise.’ ”“You’ve a good memory. I know what’s coming, but I may influence events only by means that are sly—”“—slippery, and seductive,” Fric finished.“I may not interfere directly with Moloch’s pursuit of his own damnation. Just mortal makes him less dangerous. A demon would be no worse than him.”[309] “Why don’t you come here and wait with me till he shows up, and then beat the crap out of him with your holy cudgel?”“I don’t have a holy cudgel, Aelfric.”“You must have something. Cudgel, staff, truncheon, a sanctified broadsword glowing with divine energy. I’ve read about angels in this fantasy novel. They’re not airy-fairy types as fragile as fart gas. They’re warriors. They fought Satan’s legions and drove them out of Heaven, into Hell. That was a cool scene in the book.”“This isn’t Heaven, son. This is Earth. Here, I’m authorized to work only by indirection.”Quoting Mysterious Caller from their previous conversation, when they had spoken on the wine-cellar

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the ghostly grace of a jellyfish, it followed the air currents across the grotto toward the next passageway.Mortified, Fric scrambled to his feet.Passing out of the grotto, the airborne web snared on one of the wall-mounted lamps, not have spun it free, up, and away.Someone would have had to brush against it, at the least, and Fric didn’t believe that he himself had done so.He suspected that someone close behind him in the wine maze had patiently worked the web loose from its corner, careful not to shred or wad it, and had set it afloat upon the draft, to taunt him.On the other hand, he remembered too well the toilet-spawned, scaly, green monster that had not even been real enough to nibble on a slice of bologna.He stood for a moment, frowning at the refectory table. While he had been tangled upon itself, and hung there, flimsy and aflutter, like something from Tinkerbell’s lingerie drawer.[211] Angry with himself, Fric fled the wine cellar.He was in the tasting room, closing the heavy glass door behind himself, before he realized that the spider web could not have come loose all by itself. A draft alone would

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homicide detective but recently had gone to work as an assistant to a high-profile celebrity.Los Angeles and environs were acrawl with poseurs and frauds who claimed association with the rich and famous. Yet even those who had been made cynical by this city of deception nevertheless believed what Ethan told them, or climbing rose,” he said, “will you answer a few questions about a customer you served earlier this afternoon?”“Is this police or Both.”“Oh, delicious. I love running a rose shop, but there’s more fragrance than excitement in it. Make your guess.”Because in Rowena he saw Hannah as she might have been at sixty, he spoke the name of the climbing rose that his lost wife had loved best: “Saint Joseph’s Coat.”Rowena seemed genuinely surprised and pleased. “That’s exactly right! You put Sherlock to shame.”“Now your half of the bargain,” Ethan said, leaning with both arms pretended that they did.[148] Hannah had said that people trusted him easily because combined in him were the quiet steely strength of Dirty Harry Callahan and the earnest innocence of Huck Finn. That, he had replied, was a movie he never wanted to see.Rowena, whether responding to the Harry-Huck of him or to other qualities, seemed to accept Ethan for who and what he claimed to be.“If I guess your favorite variety of

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Descending, he was serenaded by an orchestrated version of an old Sheryl Crow tune with all the sex squeezed out of it and with a perkiness squeezed in, retaining only the skin of the melody to wrap a different and less tasty variety of sausage. In this fallen world, even the most insignificant things, like pop tunes, were inevitably corrupted.He and Dunny, both thirty-seven now, had been each other’s best friends from the age of five until they were twenty. Raised in the [48] same worn-down neighborhood of crumbling stucco bungalows, each had been an only child, and they’d been as his choice of a life outside the law even as Ethan had been training to enforce it. Poverty and the chaos of living underto ensure that no one would ever again dare to tell him what to do or ever again make him live by rules other than his own.close as brothers.Shared deprivation had bonded them, as had the emotional and the physical pain of living under the thumb of alcoholic fathers with fiery tempers. And a fierce desire to prove that even the sons of drunks, of poverty, could be someone, someday.Seventeen years of estrangement, during which they had rarely spoken, dulled Ethan’s sense of loss. Yet even with everything else that weighed on his mind right now, he was drawn into a melancholy consideration of what might have been.Dunny Whistler cut the bond between them with

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under a pale evening sky pricked by a few early stars. There was a wide treeless space before them, running in a great circle and bending away on either hand. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon
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The sun was sinking behind the mountains, and the shadows were deepening in the woods, when they went on again. Their paths now went into thickets where the dusk had already gathered. Night came beneath the trees as they walked, and the Elves uncovered their silver lamps.Suddenly they came out into the open again and found themselves its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. Upon the further side there rose to a great height a green wall encircling a green hill thronged with mallorn-trees taller than any they had yet seen in all the land. Their height could not be guessed, but they stood up in the twilight like living towers. In their, many-tiered branches and amid their ever-moving leaves countless lights were gleaming, green and gold and silver. Haldir turned towards the Company.

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vale of the Dwarves. There lies the Mirrormere, and there the River Silverlode rises in its icy springs.'`Dark is the water of Kheled-zâram,' said Gimli, `and cold are the springs of Kibil-nâla. My heart trembles at the thought that I may see them soon.'`May you have joy of the sight, my good dwarf l' said Gandalf. 'But whatever you may do, we at least cannot stay in that valley. We must go down the Silverlode into the secret woods, and so to the Great River, and then –'He paused.'Yes, and where then?' asked Merry.'To the end of the journey – in the end,' said Gandalf. 'We cannot look too far ahead. Let us be glad that the first stage is safely over. I think we will rest here, not only today
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wholesome air about Hollin. Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.''That is true,' said Legolas. `But the Elves of this land were of a race strange to us of the silvan folk, and the trees and the grass do not now remember them: Only I hear the stones lament them: deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone. They are gone. They sought the Havens long ago.'That morning they lit a fire in a deep hollow shrouded by great bushes of holly, and their supper-breakfast was merrier than it had been since they set

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They made their way slowly and cautiously round the south-western slopes of the hill, and came in a little while to the edge of the Road. There was no sign of the Riders. But even as they were hurrying across they heard far away two cries: a cold voice calling and a cold voice answering. Trembling they sprang forward, and made for the thickets that lay ahead. The land before them sloped away southwards, but it was wild and much, except that behind them Weathertop slowly sank, and before them the distant mountains loomed a little nearer. Yet since that far cry they had seen and heard no sign that the enemy had marked their flight or followed them. They dreaded the dark hours, and kept watch in pairs by night, expecting at any time to see black shapes stalking in the grey night, dimly lit by the cloud-veiled moon; but they saw nothing, and heard no sound but the sigh of withered leaves and grass. Not once did they feel the sense of present evil thatpathless; bushes and stunted trees grew in dense patches with wide barren spaces in between. The grass was scanty, coarse, and grey; and the leaves in the thickets were faded and falling. It was a cheerless land, and their journey was slow and gloomy. They spoke little as they trudged along. Frodo's heart was grieved as he watched them walking beside him with their heads down, and their backs bowed under their burdens. Even Strider seemed tired and heavy-hearted.Before the first day's march was over Frodo's pain began to grow again, but he did not speak of it for a long time. Four days passed, without the ground or the scene changing

Van Gogh A Girl in White in the Woods

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They went round to the other side of the tree, and then Sam understood the click that he had heard. Pippin had vanished. The crack by which he had laid himself had closed together, so that not a chink could be seen. Merry was trapped: another crack had closed about his waist; his legs lay outside, but the rest of him was inside a dark opening, the edges of which gripped like a pair of pincers.Frodo and Sam beat first upon the tree-trunk and whispered, but with a sound now of faint and far-off laughter.‘I suppose we haven’t got an axe among our luggage, Mr. Frodo?’ asked Sam.‘I brought a little hatchet for chopping firewood,’ said Frodo. ‘That wouldn’t be much use.’‘Wait a minute!’ cried Sam, struck by an idea suggested by firewood. ‘We might do something with fire!’‘We might,’ said Frodo doubtfully. ‘We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside.’‘We might try to hurt or frighten this tree to begin with,’ said Sam fiercely. ‘If it don’t let them go, I’ll have it down, if I have to gnaw it.’ He ran to the ponies where Pippin had lain. They then struggled frantically to pull open the jaws of the crack that held poor Merry. It was quite useless.‘What a foul thing to happen!’ cried Frodo wildly. ‘Why did we ever come into this dreadful Forest? I wish we were all back at Crickhollow!’ He kicked the tree with all his strength, heedless of his own feet. A hardly perceptible shiver ran through the stem and up into the branches; the leaves rustled and before long came back with two tinder-boxes and a hatchet.

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under the road, and up the next slope, and up and down another shoulder of the hills; and by that time their cloaks, blankets, water, food, and other gear already seemed a heavy burden.The day’s march promised to be warm and tiring work. After some miles, however, the road ceased to roll up and down: it climbed to the top of a steep bank in a weary zig-zagging sort of way, and then prepared to go down for the last time. In front of them they saw the lower lands dotted with small clumps of trees that melted away in the distance to a brown woodland haze. They were looking across the Woody End towards the Brandywine River. The road wound away before them like a piece of string.‘The road goes on for ever,’ said Pippin; ‘but I can’t without a rest. It is high time for lunch.’ He sat down on the bank at the side of the road and looked away east into the Sam stood by him. His round eyes were wide open - for he was looking across lands he had never seen to a new horizon.‘Do Elves live in those woods?’ he asked.‘Not that I ever heard,’ said Pippin. Frodo was silent. He too was gazing eastward along the road, as if he had never seen it before. Suddenly he spoke, aloud but as if to himself, saying slowly:The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can,