没有宇宙之前是什么 经典科幻文学:《生命 宇宙及一切》第12章1

经典科幻文学:《生命 宇宙及一切》第12章1  

Chapter 12
Shhh
said Slartibartfast. Listen and watch.
Night had now fallen on ancient Krikkit. The sky was dark and empty. The only light was ing from the nearby town
from which pleasant convivial sounds were drifting quietly on the breeze. They stood beneath a tree from which heady fragrances wafted around them. Arthur squatted and felt the Informational Illusion of the soil and the grass. He ran it through his fingers. The soil seemed heavy and rich
the grass strong. It was hard to avoid the impression that this was a thoroughly delightful place in all respects.
The sky was
however
extremely blank and seemed to Arthur to cast a certain chill over the otherwise idyllic
if currently invisible
landscape. Still
he supposed
it’s a question of what you’re used to.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up. Slartibartfast was quietly directing his attention to something down the other side of the hill. He looked and could just see some faint lights dancing and waving
and moving slowly in their direction.
As they came nearer
sounds became audible too
and soon the dim lights and noises resolved themselves into a small group of people who were walking home across the hill towards the town.
They walked quite near the watchers beneath the tree
swinging lanterns which made soft and crazy lights dance among the trees and grass
chattering contentedly
and actually singing a song about how terribly nice everything was
how happy they were
how much they enjoyed working on the farm
and how pleasant it was to be going home to see their wives and children
with a lilting chorus to the effect that the flowers were smelling particularly nice at this time of year and that it was a pity the dog had died seeing as it liked them so much. Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet up by the fire on evening
humming it to Linda and wondering what to buy with the proceeds
and thinking probably Essex.
The Masters of Krikkit
breathed Slartibartfast in sepulchral tones.
Coming
as it did
so hard upon the heels of his own thoughts about Essex this remark caused Arthur a moment’s confusion. Then the logic of the situation imposed itself on his scattered mind
and he discovered that he still didn’t understand what the old man meant.
What? he said.
The Masters of Krikkit
said Slartibartfast again
and if his breathing had been sepulchral before
this time he sounded like someone in Hades with bronchitis.
Arthur peered at the group and tried to make sense of what little information he had at his disposal at this point. The people in the group were clearly alien
if only because they seemed a little tall
thin
angular and almost as pale as to be white
but otherwise they appeared remarkably pleasant; a little whimsical perhaps
one wouldn’t necessarily want to spend a long coach journey with them
but the point was that if they deviated in any way from being good straightforward people it was in being perhaps too nice rather than not nice enough. So why all this rasping lungwork from Slartibartfast which would seem more appropriate to a radio mercial for one of those nasty films about chainsaw operators taking their work home with them?
Then
this Krikkit angle was a tough one
too. He hadn’t quite fathomed the connection beeen what he knew as cricket
and what…
Slartibartfast interrupted his train of thought at this point as if sensing what was going through his mind.
The game you know as cricket
he said
and his voice still seemed to be wandering lost in subterranean passages
is just one of those curious freaks of racial memory which can keep images alive in the mind aeons after their true significance has been lost in the mists of time. Of all the races on the Galaxy
only the English could possibly revive the memory of the most horrific wars ever to sunder the Universe and transform it into what I’m afraid is generally regarded as an inprehensibly dull and pointless game.
Rather fond of it myself
he added
but in most people’s eyes you have been inadvertently guilty of the most grotesque bad taste. Particularly the bit about the little red ball hitting the wicket
that’s very nasty.
Um
said Arthur with a reflective frown to indicate that his cognitive synapses were coping with this as best as they could
um.
And these
said Slartibartfast
slipping back into crypt guttural and indicating the group of Krikkit men who had now walked past them
are the ones who started it all
and it will start tonight. Come
we will follow
and see why.
They slipped out from underneath the tree
and followed the cheery party along the dark hill path. Their natural instinct was to tread quietly and stealthily in pursuit of their quarry
though
as they were simply walking through a recorded Informational Illusion
they could as easily have been wearing euphoniums and woad for all the notice their quarry would have taken of them.
Arthur noticed that a couple of members of the party were now singing a different song. It came lilting back to them through the soft night air
and was a sweet romantic ballad which would have ted McCartney Kent and Sussex and enabled him to put in a fair offer for Hampshire.
You must surely know
said Slartibartfast to Ford
what it is that is about to happen?
Me? said Ford. No.