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ng intently at Hotblack Desiato； and those of Hotblack Desiato himself which the bodyguard had closed out of respect。
The bodyguard leaned forward over the table。 Had Hotblack Desiato been alive； he probably would have deemed this a good moment to lean back； or even go for a short walk。 His bodyguard was not a man which improved with proximity。 On account of his unfortunate condition； however； Hotblack Desiato remained totally inert。
〃Mr。 Desiato； sir？〃 whispered the bodyguard。 Whenever he spoke； it looked as if the muscles on either side of his mouth were clambering over each other to get out of the way。
〃Mr。 Desiato？ Can you hear me？〃
Hotblack Desiato； quit naturally； said nothing。
〃Hotblack？〃 hissed the bodyguard。
Again； quite naturally； Hotblack Desiato did not reply。 Supernaturally； however； he did。
On the table in front of him a wine glass rattled； and a fork rose an inch or so and tapped against the glass。 It settled on the table again。
The bodyguard gave a satisfied grunt。
〃It's time we get going； Mr。 Desiato；〃 muttered the bodyguard； 〃don't want to get caught in the rush； not in your condition。 You want to get to the next gig nice and relaxed。 There was a really big audience for it。 One of the best。 Kakrafoon。 Five…hundred seventy…six thousand and two million years ago。 Had you will have been looking forward to it？〃
The fork rose again； waggled in a non…mittal sort of way and dropped again。
〃Ah； e on；〃 said the bodyguard； 〃it's going to have been great。 You knocked 'em cold。〃 The bodyguard would have given Dr。 Dan Streetmentioner an apoplectic attack。
〃The black ship going into the sun always gets 'em； and the new one's a beauty。 Be real sorry to see it go。 If we get on down there； I'll set the black ship autopilot and we'll cruise off in the limo。 OK？〃
The fork tapped once in agreement； and the glass of wine mysteriously emptied itself。
The bodyguard wheeled Hotblack Desiato's chair out of the Restaurant。
〃And now；〃 cried Max from the centre of the stage； 〃the moment you've all been waiting for！〃 He flung his arms into the air。 Behind him； the band went into a frenzy of percussion and rolling synthochords。 Max had argued with them about this but they had claimed it was in their contract that that's what they would do。 His agent would have to sort it out。
〃The skies begin to boil！〃 he cried。 〃Nature collapses into the screaming void！ In twenty seconds' time； the Universe itself will be at an end！ See where the light of infinity bursts in upon us！〃
The hideous fury of destruction blazed about them … and at that moment a still small trumpet sounded as from an infinite distance。 Max's eyes swivelled round to glare at the band。 None of them seemed to be playing a trumpet。 Suddenly a wisp of smoke was swirling and shimmering on the stage next to him。 The trumpet was joined by more trumpets。 Over five hundred times Max had done this show； and nothing like this had ever happened before。 He drew back in alarm from the swirling smoke； and as he did so； a figure slowly materialized inside； the figure of an ancient man； bearded； robed and wreathed in light。 In his eyes were stars and on his brow a golden crown。
〃What's this？〃 whispered Max； wild…eyed； 〃what's happening？〃
At the back of the Restaurant the stony…faced party from the Church of the Second ing of the Great Prophet Zarquon leapt ecstatically to their feet chanting and crying。
Max blinked in amazement。 He threw up his arms to the audience。
〃A big hand please； ladies and gentlemen；〃 he hollered； 〃for the Great Prophet Zarquon！ He has e！ Zarquon has e again！〃
Thunderous applause broke out as Max strode across the stage and handed his microphone to the Prophet。
Zarquon coughed。 He peered round at the assembled gathering。 The stars in his eyes blinked uneasily。 He handled the microphone with confusion。
〃Er。。。〃 he said； 〃hello。 Er； look； I'm sorry I'm a bit late。 I've had the most ghastly time； all sorts of things cropping up at the last moment。〃
He seemed nervous of the expectant awed hush。 He cleared his throat。
〃Er； how are we for time？〃 he said； 〃have I just got a min…〃
And so the Universe ended。
Chapter 19
One of the major selling point of that wholly remarkable travel book； The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy； apart from its relative cheapness and the fact that it has the words Don't Panic written in large friendly letters on its cover； is its pendious and occasionally accurate glossary。 The statistics relating to the geo…social nature of the Universe； for instance； are deftly set out between pages nine hundred and thirty…eight thousand and twenty…four and nine hundred and thirty…eight thousand and twenty…six； and the simplistic style in which they are written is partly explained by the fact that the editors； having to meet a publishing deadline； copied the information off the back of a packet of breakfast cereal； hastily embroidering it with a few footnoted in order to avoid prosecution under the inprehensibly tortuous Galactic Copyright laws。
It is interesting to note that a later and wilier editor sent the book backwards in time through a temporal warp； and then successfully sued the breakfast cereal pany for infringement of the same laws。
Here is a sample：
The Universe … some information to help you live in it。
1 … Area： Infinite。
The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offers this definition of the word 〃Infinite〃。
Infinite： Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some。 Much bigger than that in fact； really amazingly immense； a totally stunning size； 〃wow； that's big〃； time。 Infinity is just so big that by parison； bigness itself looks really titchy。 Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here。
2 … Imports： None。
It is impossible to import things into an infinite area； there being no outside to import things in from。
3 … Exports： None。
See imports。
4 … Population： None。
It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds； simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in。 However； not every one of them is inhabited。 Therefore； there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds。 Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds； so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero。 From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero； and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination。
5 … Monetary Units： None。
In fact there are three freely convertible currencies in the Galaxy； but none of them count。 The Altairan Dollar has recently collapsed； the Flaninian Pobble Bead is only exchangeable for other Flaninian Pobble Beads； and the Triganic Pu has its own very special problems。 Its exchange rate of eight Ningis to one Pu is simple enough； but since a Ningi is a triangular rubber coin six thousand eight hundred miles across each side； no one has ever collected enough to own on