f this hill making documentaries about themselves。〃
Arthur winced。
〃There must be something we can do；〃 he said。 A terrible sense of desolation thrilled through his body that he should be here； on the Earth； the Earth which had lost its future in a horrifying arbitrary catastrophe and which now seemed set to lose its past as well。
〃No；〃 said Ford； 〃there's nothing we can do。 This doesn't change the history of the Earth； you see； this is the history of the Earth。 Like it or leave it； the Golgafrinchans are the people you are descended from。 in two million years they get destroyed by the Vogons。 History is never altered you see； it just fits together like a jigsaw。 Funny old thing； life； isn't it？〃
He picked up the letter Q and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit。 The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn't stop till it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of a stream which subsequently washed it away。
During the following weeks Ford Prefect swallowed his pride and struck up a relationship with a girl who had been a personnel officer on Golgafrincham； and he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox。 The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the letter Q into a privet bush； but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable。
Like most of the really crucial things in life； this chain of events was pletely invisible to Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent。 They were looking sadly at one of the natives morosely pushing the other letters around。
〃Poor bloody caveman；〃 said Arthur。
〃They're not。。。〃
〃What？〃
〃Oh never mind。〃
The wretched creature let out a pathetic howling noise and banged on the rock。
〃It's all been a bit of waste of time for them； hasn't it？〃 said Arthur。
〃Uh uh urghhhhh；〃 muttered the native and banged on the rock again。
〃They've been outevolved by telephone sanitizers。〃
〃Urgh； gr gr； gruh！〃 insisted the native； continuing to bang on the rock。
〃Why does he keep banging on the rock？〃 said Arthur。
〃I think he probably wants you to Scrabble with him again；〃 said Ford； 〃he's pointing at the letters。〃
〃Probably spelt crzjgrdwldiwdc again； poor bastard。 I keep on telling him there's only one g in crzjgrdwldiwdc。〃
The native banged on the rock again。
They looked over his shoulder。
Their eyes popped。
There amongst the jumble of letters were eight that had been laid out in a clear straight line。
They spelt two words。
The words were these：
〃Forty…Two。〃
〃Grrrurgh guh guh；〃 explained the native。 He swept the letters angrily away and went and mooched under a nearby tree with his colleague。
Ford and Arthur stared at him。 Then they stared at each other。
〃Did that say what I thought it said？〃 they both said to each other。
〃Yes；〃 they both said。
〃Forty…two；〃 said Arthur。
〃Forty…two；〃 said Ford。
Arthur ran over to the two natives。
〃What are you trying to tell us？〃 he shouted。 〃What's it supposed to mean？〃
One of them rolled over on the ground； kicked his legs up in the air； rolled over again and went to sleep。
The other bounded up the tree and threw horse chestnuts at Ford Prefect。 Whatever it was they had to say； they had already said it。
〃You know what this means；〃 said Ford。
〃Not entirely。〃
〃Forty…two is the number Deep Thought gave as being the Ultimate Answer。〃
〃Yes。〃
And the Earth is the puter Deep Thought designed and built to calculate the Question to the Ultimate Answer。〃
〃So we are led to believe。〃
〃And organic life was part of the puter matrix。〃
〃If you say so。〃
〃I do say so。 That means that these natives； these apemen are an integral part of the puter program； and that we and the Golgafrinchans are not。〃
〃But the cavemen are dying out and the Golgafrinchans are obviously set to replace them。〃
〃Exactly。 So do you see what this means？〃
〃What？〃
〃Cock up；〃 said Ford Prefect。
Arthur looked around him。
〃This planet is having a pretty bloody time of it；〃 he said。
Ford puzzled for a moment。
〃Still； something must have e out of it；〃 he said at last； 〃because Marvin said he could see the Question printed in your brain wave patterns。〃
〃But。。。〃
〃Probably the wrong one； or a distortion of the right one。 It might give us a clue though if we could find it。 I don't see how we can though。〃
They moped about for a bit。 Arthur sat on the ground and started pulling up bits of grass； but found that it wasn't an occupation he could get deeply engrossed in。 It wasn't grass he could believe in； the trees seemed pointless； the rolling hills seemed to be rolling to nowhere and the future seemed just a tunnel to be crawled through。
Ford fiddled with his Sub…Etha Sens…O…Matic。 It was silent。 He sighed and put it away。
Arthur picked up one of the letter stones from his home…made Scrabble set。 It was a T。 He sighed and out it down again。 The letter he put down next to it was an I。 That spelt IT。 He tossed another couple of letters next to them They were an S and an H as it happened。 By a curious coincidence the resulting word perfectly expressed the way Arthur was feeling about things just then。 He stared at it for a moment。 He hadn't done it deliberately； it was just a random chance。 His brain got slowly into first gear。
〃Ford；〃 he said suddenly； 〃look； if that Question is printed in my brain wave patterns but I'm not consciously aware of it it must be somewhere in my unconscious。〃
〃Yes； I suppose so。〃
〃There might be a way of bringing that unconscious pattern forward。〃
〃Oh yes？〃
〃Yes； by introducing some random element that can be shaped by that pattern。〃
〃Like how？〃
〃Like by pulling Scrabble letters out of a bag blindfolded。〃
Ford leapt to his feet。
〃Brilliant！〃 he said。 He tugged his towel out of his satchel and with a few deft knots transformed it into a bag。
〃Totally mad；〃 he said； 〃utter nonsense。 But we'll do it because it's brilliant nonsense。 e on； e on。〃
The sun passed respectfully behind a cloud。 A few small sad raindrops fell。
They piled together all the remaining letters and dropped them into the bag。 They shook them up。
〃Right；〃 said Ford； 〃close your eyes。 Pull them out。 e on e on； e on。〃
Arthur closed his eyes and plunged his hand into the towelful of stones。 He jiggled them about； pulled out four and handed them to Ford。 Ford laid them along the ground in the order he got them。
〃W；〃 said Ford； 〃H； A； T。。。 What！〃
He blinked。
〃I think it's working！〃 he said。
Arthur pushed three more at him。
〃D； O； Y。。。 Doy。 Oh perhaps it isn't working；〃 said Ford。
〃Here's the next three。〃
〃O； U； G。。。 Doyoug。。。 It's not making sense I'm afraid。〃
Arthur pulled another two from the bag。 Ford put them in place。
〃E； T； doyouget。。。 Do you get！〃 shouted Ford； 〃it is working！ This is amazing； it really is working！〃
〃More here。〃 Arthur was throwing them out feverishly as fast as he could go。
〃I； F；〃 said Ford； 〃Y； O； U；。。。 M； U； L； T； I； P； L； Y；。。。 What do you get if you multiply；。。。 S； I； X；。。。 six； B； Y； by； six by。。。 what do you get if you multiply six by。。。 N； I； N； E；。。。 six by nine。。。〃 He paused。 〃e on； where's the next one？〃
〃Er； that's the lot；〃 said Arthur； 〃that's all there were。〃
He sat back； nonplussed。
He rooted around again in the knotted up towel but there were no more letters。
〃You mean that's it？〃 said Ford。
〃That's it。〃
〃Six by nine。 Forty…two。〃
〃That's it。 That's all there is。〃
Chapter 34
The sun came out and beamed cheerfully at them。 A bird sang。 A warm breeze wafted through the trees and lifted the heads of the flowers； carrying their scent away through the woods。 An insect droned past on its way to do whatever it is that insects do in the late afternoon。 The sound of voices lilted through the trees followed a moment later by two girls who stopped in surprise at the sight of Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent apparently lying on the ground in agony； but in fact rocking with noiseless laughter。
〃No； don't go；〃 called Ford Prefect between gasps； 〃we'll be with you in a moment。〃
〃What's the matter？〃 asked one of the girls。 She was the taller and slimmer of the two。 On Golgafrincham she had been a junior personnel officer； but hadn't liked it much。
Ford pulled himself together。
〃Excuse me；〃 he said； 〃hello。 My friend and I were just contemplating the meaning of life。 Frivolous exercise。〃
〃Oh it's you；〃 said the girl； 〃you made a bit of a spectacle of yourself this afternoon。 You were quite funny to begin with but you did bang on a bit。〃
〃Did I？ Oh yes。〃
〃Yes； what was all that for？〃 asked the other girl； a shorter round…faced girl who had been an art director for a small advertising pany on Golgafrincham。 Whatever the privations of this world were； she went to sleep every night profoundly grateful for the fact that whatever she had to face in th