日本科幻文学 经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第32章1

经典科幻文学:《宇宙尽头的餐馆》第32章1  

Chapter 32
A thin whine filled the air. It whirled and howled through the trees upsetting the squirrels. A few birds flew off in disgust. The noise danced and skittered round the clearing. It whooped
it rasped
it generally offended.
The Captain
however
regarded the lone bagpiper with an indulgent eye. Little could disturb his equanimity; indeed
once he had got over the loss of his geous bath during that unpleasantness in the swamp all those months ago he had begun to find his new life remarkably congenial. A hollow had been scooped out of a large rock which stood in the middle of the clearing
and in this he would bask daily whilst attendants sloshed water over him. Not particularly warm water
it must be said
as they hadn’t yet worked out a way of heating it. Never mind
that would e
and in the meantime search parties were scouring the countryside far and wide for a hot spring
preferably one in a nice leafy glade
and if it was near a soap mine – perfection. To those who said that they had a feeling soap wasn’t found in mines
the Captain had ventured to suggest that perhaps that was because no one had looked hard enough
and this possibility had been reluctantly acknowledged.
No
life was very pleasant
and the greatest thing about it was that when the hot spring was found
plete with leafy glade en suite
and when in the fullness of time the cry came reverberating across the hills that the soap mine had been located and was producing five hundred cakes a day it would be more pleasant still. It was very important to have things to look forward to.
Wail
wail
screech
wail
howl
honk
squeak went the bagpipes
increasing the Captain’s already considerable pleasure at the thought that any moment now they might stop. That was something he looked forward to as well.
What else was pleasant
he asked himself? Well
so many things: the red and gold of the trees
now that autumn was approaching; the peaceful chatter of scissors a few feet from his bath where a couple of hairdressers were exercising their skills on a dozing art director and his assistant; the sunlight gleaming off the six shiny telephones lined up along the edge of his rock-hewn bath. The only thing nicer than a phone that didn’t ring all the time (or indeed at all) was six phones that didn’t ring all the time (or indeed at all).
Nicest of all was the happy murmur of all the hundreds of people slowly assembling in the clearing around him to watch the afternoon mittee meeting.
The Captain punched his rubber duck playfully on the beak. The afternoon mittee meetings were his favourite.
Other eyes watched the assembling crowds. High in a tree on the edge of the clearing squatted Ford Prefect
lately returned from foreign climes. After his six month journey he was lean and healthy
his eyes gleamed
he wore a reindeer-skin coat; his beard was as thick and his face as bronzed as a country-rock singer’s.
He and Arthur Dent had been watching the Golgafrinchans for almost a week now
and Ford had decided to stir things up a bit.
The clearing was now full. Hundreds of men and women lounged around
chatting
eating fruit
playing cards and generally having a fairly relaxed time of it. Their track suits were now all dirty and even torn
but they all had immaculately styled hair. Ford was puzzled to see that many of them had stuffed their track suits full of leaves and wondered if this was meant to be some form of insulation against the ing winter. Ford’s eyes narrowed. They couldn’t be interested in botany of a sudden could they?
In the middle of these speculations the Captain’s voice rose above the hubbub.
“Alright
” he said
“I’d like to call this meeting to some sort of order if that’s at all possible. Is that alright with everybody?” He smiled genially. “In a minute. When you’re all ready.”
The talking gradually died away and the clearing fell silent
except for the bagpiper who seemed to be in some wild and uninhabitable musical world of his own. A few of those in his immediate vicinity threw some leaves to him. If there was any reason for this then it escaped Ford Prefect for the moment.
A small group of people had clustered round the Captain and one of them was clearly beginning to speak. He did this by standing up
clearing his throat and then gazing off into the distance as if to signify to the crowd that he would be with them in a minute.
The crowd of course were riveted and all turned their eyes on him.
A moment of silence followed
which Ford judged to be the right dramatic moment to make his entry. The man turned to speak.
Ford dropped down out of the tree.
“Hi there
” he said.