经典科幻文学:《银河系漫游指南》第1章Part 4

In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky was any kind of flying saucer at all. The reason he said green was that green was the traditional space livery of the Betelgeuse trading scouts.

Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth.

Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them. He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.

In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Human beings are great adaptors, and by lunchtime life in the environs of Arthur's house had settled into a steady routine. It was Arthur's accepted role to lie squelching in the mud making occasional demands to see his lawyer, his mother or a good book; it was Mr Prosser's accepted role to tackle Arthur with the occasional new ploy such as the For the Public Good talk, the March of Progress talk, the They Knocked My House Down Once You Know, Never Looked Back talk and various other cajoleries and threats; and it was the bulldozer drivers' accepted role to sit around drinking coffee and experimenting with union regulations to see how they could turn the situation to their financial advantage.

The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.

The sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in.

A shadow moved across him again.

"Hello Arthur," said the shadow.

Arthur looked up and squinting into the sun was startled to see Ford Prefect standing above him.

"Ford! Hello, how are you?"

"Fine," said Ford, "look, are you busy?"

"Am I busy?" exclaimed Arthur. "Well, I've just got all these bulldozers and things to lie in front of because they'll knock my house down if I don't, but other than that ... well, no not especially, why?"

They don't have sarcasm on Betelgeuse, and Ford Prefect often failed to notice it unless he was concentrating. He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?"

"What?" said Arthur Dent.

实际上，当他心神不宁地盯着天空时，确实是在寻找任何类型的飞碟。而他回答绿色的原因是由于绿色是参宿四贸易巡视员的传统制服颜色。

福特·普里弗克特对于马上会有任何飞碟到来已经绝望了，因为15年足以使一个人困在任何地方，尤其又是地球这种枯燥得令人难以置信的星球。

福特希望一架飞碟会很快到来，因为他知道如何通过旗语让飞碟降落，从里面伸出梯子来接他走。他知道如何花一天不到30牵牛星元的价钱看到宇宙中的种种奇迹。

实际上，福特·普里弗克特是一个星际漫游者，专门研究那本绝对非凡的书，《银河系漫游指南》。

人类真是优秀的适应者，到午饭的时候，阿瑟房前的纠纷已经进入了一种稳定的常态。阿瑟已经接受了这样的角色：躺在泥浆里，提一些临时性的要求，像是见见自己的律师和母亲，或者看一本好书什么的：而普洛塞先生也已经接受了这样的角色：用一些临时性的新策略来应付阿瑟，像给他讲公众利益，讲工程的进度，讲自己的房子也曾经被拆除，自己连回头看一眼都没有过，以及各种各样其他的甜言蜜语和恶语威胁：推土机司机的角色则是；坐在一边，喝着咖啡，静静地旁观两人如何把局势导向符合自己利益的一方。

地球照常按自己每日的规律慢慢地转动着。

太阳已经开始要把阿瑟躺着的泥浆晒干了。

一团阴影又一次掩盖了阿瑟。

“你好吗，阿瑟。”阴影说道。

阿瑟向上看去，吃惊地发现福特·普里弗克特正站在他上方。

“福特！嘿，你好吗？”

“还行。”福特说，“喂，你很忙吗？”

“我能不忙吗？”阿瑟嚷了起来，“我一个人在这里阻挡这些该死的推土机，要不然他们会推倒我的房子。不过话说回来……噢，不，也不算太忙。怎么，有事儿吗？”

他们俩在一起时阿瑟从来没有嘲笑过参宿四（除非集中精力，福特·普里弗克特总是注意不到这一点）。他说：“那好，这儿有什么地方可以谈话吗？”

“什么？”阿瑟·邓特一时没反应过来。