“Yes you will,” enthused Zaphod, “there’s a whole new life stretching out ahead of you.”
“Oh, not another one,” groaned Marvin.
“Will you shut up and listen!” hissed Zaphod, “this time there’s going to be excitement and adventure and really wild things.”
“Sounds awful,” Marvin said.
“Marvin! All I’m trying to ask you…”
“I suppose you want me to open this spaceship for you?”
“What? Er… yes. Yeah, that’s right,” said Zaphod jumpily. He was keeping at least three eyes on the entrance. Time was short.
“Well I wish you’d just tell me rather than try to engage my enthusiasm,” said Marvin, “because I haven’t got one.”
He walked on up to the ship, touched it, and a hatchway swung open.
Ford and Zaphod stared at the opening.
“Don’t mention it,” said Marvin, “Oh, you didn’t.” He trudged away again.
Arthur and Trillian clustered round.
“What’s happening?” asked Arthur.
“Look at this,” said Ford, “l(fā)ook at the interior of this ship.”
“Weirder and weirder,” breathed Zaphod.
“It’s black,” said Ford, “Everything in it is just totally black…”
In the Restaurant, things were fast approaching the moment after which there wouldn’t be any more moments.