So Zaphod and Trillian are stuck on the spaceship 'Heart of Gold', floating around for days in some remote area of the Galaxy, and Zaphod is going a little out of his mind - and he's drinking.
"That he had thought about what his position actually was and the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first down and check if it was all right.
'Freedom.' he said aloud.
Trillian came on the bridge at that point and said several things on the subject of freedom.
'I can't cope with it,' he said darkly, and sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn't yet reported on the condition of the first. He looked uncertainly at both of her and preferred the one on the right.
He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would go off in search of the first, give it a good talking to, and maybe a bit of a sing as well.
He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully, and a sixth for moral support.
'You're drinking too much,' said Trillian.
His heads collided trying to sort out the four of her he could now see into a single person...............
He boggled at her. He had never seen anyone sit on their own lap before.
'Wow,' he said. He had another drink.
Page 356, 'The Restaurant at the End of the Universe', Part 2, 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', Douglas Adams
"That he had thought about what his position actually was and the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first down and check if it was all right.
'Freedom.' he said aloud.
Trillian came on the bridge at that point and said several things on the subject of freedom.
'I can't cope with it,' he said darkly, and sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn't yet reported on the condition of the first. He looked uncertainly at both of her and preferred the one on the right.
He poured a drink down his other throat with the plan that it would head the previous one off at the pass, join forces with it, and together they would get the second to pull itself together. Then all three would go off in search of the first, give it a good talking to, and maybe a bit of a sing as well.
He felt uncertain as to whether the fourth drink had understood all that, so he sent down a fifth to explain the plan more fully, and a sixth for moral support.
'You're drinking too much,' said Trillian.
His heads collided trying to sort out the four of her he could now see into a single person...............
He boggled at her. He had never seen anyone sit on their own lap before.
'Wow,' he said. He had another drink.
Page 356, 'The Restaurant at the End of the Universe', Part 2, 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy', Douglas Adams
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