宇宙尽头的餐馆小说 经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第3章8

经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第3章8  

On Zaphod’s brow stood beads of sweat
first of concentration
then of frustration and finally of embarrassment.
At last he let out a cry of anger
snatched back his hands from Trillian and Ford and stabbed at the light switch.
“Ah
I was beginning to think you’d never turn the lights on
” said a voice. “No
not too bright please
my eyes aren’t what they once were.”
Four figures jolted upright in their seats. Slowly they turned their heads to look
though their scalps showed a distinct propensity to try and stay in the same place.
“Now. Who disturbs me at this time?” said the small
bent
gaunt figure standing by the sprays of fern at the far end of the bridge. His o small wispy-haired heads looked so ancient that it seemed they might hold dim memories of the birth of the galaxies themselves. One lolled in sleep
but the other squinted sharply at them. If his eyes weren’t what they once were
they must once have been diamond cutters.
Zaphod stuttered nervously for a moment. He gave the intricate little double nod which is the traditional Betelgeusian gesture of familial respect.
“Oh… er
hi Great Granddad…” he breathed.