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I have detected, he said, disturbances in the wash....Arthur asked him to repeat what he had just said because he hadn't quite understood his meaning. Ford repeated it.The wash? said Arthur.The space time wash, said Ford.Arthur nodded, and then cleared his throat.Are we talking about, he asked cautiously, some sort of Vogon laundromat, or what are we talking about?Eddies, said Ford, in the space-time continuum.Ah, nodded Arthur, is he. Is he....What? said Ford.Er, who, said Arthur, is Eddy, then, exactly, then?Ford looked angrily at him.Will you listen? he snapped.I have been listening, said Arthur, but I'm not sure it's helped.Ford grasped him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from the telephone company accounts department.There seems... he said, to be some pools... he said, of instability, he said, in the fabric... he said.Arthur looked foolishly at the cloth of his dressing gown where Ford was holding it. Ford swept on before Arthur could turn the foolish look into a foolish remark....in the fabric of space-time, he said.Ah, that, said Arthur.Yes, that, confirmed Ford.They stood there alone on a hill on prehistoric Earth and stared each other resolutely in the face.And it's done what? said Arthur.It, said Ford, has developed pools of instability.Has it, said Arthur, his eyes not wavering for a momentIt has, said Ford, with the similar degree of ocular immobility.Good, said Arthur.See? said Ford.No, said Arthur.There was a quiet pause....Arthur, said Ford.Hello? Yes? said Arthur.Just believe everything I tell you, and it will all be very, very simple.Ah, well, I'm not sure I believe that.They sat down and composed their thoughts.Ford got out his Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic. It was making vague humming noises and a tiny light on it was flickering faintly.Flat battery? said Arthur.No, said Ford, there is a moving disturbance in the fabric of space-time, an eddy, a pool of instability, and it's somewhere in our vicinity....There! said Ford, shooting out his arm; there, behind that sofa!Arthur looked. Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them. He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.Why, he said, is there a sofa in that field?I told you! shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. Eddies in the space-time continuum!And this is his sofa, is it?... 12 chapters pass ...All will become clear, said Slartibartfast.When?In a minute. Listen. The time streams are now very polluted. There's a lot of muck floating about in them, flotsam and jetsam, and more and more of it is now being regurgitated into the physical world. Eddies in the space-time continuum, you see.So I hear, said Arthur.

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I have detected, he said, disturbances in the wash....Arthur asked him to repeat what he had just said because he hadn't quite understood his meaning. Ford repeated it.The wash? said Arthur.The space time wash, said Ford.Arthur nodded, and then cleared his throat.Are we talking about, he asked cautiously, some sort of Vogon laundromat, or what are we talking about?Eddies, said Ford, in the space-time continuum.Ah, nodded Arthur, is he. Is he....What? said Ford.Er, who, said Arthur, is Eddy, then, exactly, then?Ford looked angrily at him.Will you listen? he snapped.I have been listening, said Arthur, but I'm not sure it's helped.Ford grasped him by the lapels of his dressing gown and spoke to him as slowly and distinctly and patiently as if he were somebody from the telephone company accounts department.There seems... he said, to be some pools... he said, of instability, he said, in the fabric... he said.Arthur looked foolishly at the cloth of his dressing gown where Ford was holding it. Ford swept on before Arthur could turn the foolish look into a foolish remark....in the fabric of space-time, he said.Ah, that, said Arthur.Yes, that, confirmed Ford.They stood there alone on a hill on prehistoric Earth and stared each other resolutely in the face.And it's done what? said Arthur.It, said Ford, has developed pools of instability.Has it, said Arthur, his eyes not wavering for a momentIt has, said Ford, with the similar degree of ocular immobility.Good, said Arthur.See? said Ford.No, said Arthur.There was a quiet pause....Arthur, said Ford.Hello? Yes? said Arthur.Just believe everything I tell you, and it will all be very, very simple.Ah, well, I'm not sure I believe that.They sat down and composed their thoughts.Ford got out his Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic. It was making vague humming noises and a tiny light on it was flickering faintly.Flat battery? said Arthur.No, said Ford, there is a moving disturbance in the fabric of space-time, an eddy, a pool of instability, and it's somewhere in our vicinity....There! said Ford, shooting out his arm; there, behind that sofa!Arthur looked. Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them. He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.Why, he said, is there a sofa in that field?I told you! shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. Eddies in the space-time continuum!And this is his sofa, is it?... 12 chapters pass ...All will become clear, said Slartibartfast.When?In a minute. Listen. The time streams are now very polluted. There's a lot of muck floating about in them, flotsam and jetsam, and more and more of it is now being regurgitated into the physical world. Eddies in the space-time continuum, you see.So I hear, said Arthur.

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About Douglas Adams

Douglas Noel Adams (11 March 1952 – 11 May 2001) was an English author, humorist, and screenwriter, best known as the creator of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Originally a 1978 BBC radio comedy, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy evolved into a "trilogy" of six (or five, according to the author) books which sold more than 15 million copies in his life. It was made into a television series, several stage plays, comics, a video game, and a 2005 feature film. Adams's contribution to UK radio is commemorated in The Radio Academy's Hall of Fame.
Adams wrote Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency (1987) and The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul (1988), and co-wrote The Meaning of Liff (1983), The Deeper Meaning of Liff (1990) and Last Chance to See (1990). He wrote two stories for the television series Doctor Who, including the unaired serial Shada, co-wrote City of Death (1979), and served as script editor for its 17th season. He co-wrote the sketch "Patient Abuse" for the final episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus. A posthumous collection of his selected works, including the first publication of his final (unfinished) novel, was published as The Salmon of Doubt in 2002.
Adams called himself a "radical atheist" and was an advocate for environmentalism and conservation. He was a lover of fast cars, technological innovation, and the Apple Macintosh.