Extract of 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy' by Douglas Adams

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And no sneaky knocking Mr Dent's house down while he's away. All right, 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. He saw the bulldozer drivers ***** representative approaching, let his head sink back and closed his eyes. 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. It always happened when he felt miserable or 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 feel little pricks of water behind his eyelids. Bureaucratic **** ups, angry men lying in 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 or not Arthur's house got knocked down. Arthur remained very worried, but can we trust him? He said myself, I'd trust him to the end of the earth. Said Ford. Oh, yes. Said Arthur. And how far is that? Oh, about 12 minutes away. Said Ford. Come on. I need a drink.