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      <title>P 7 HGTTG Evidence Collection - The Most Important Style Choices by Olivia Wallace</title>
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      <description>Everyone contributes to EVERY style element! </description>
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         <title>Page 35</title>
         <author>oliviawallace1</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3310438136</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"There was a terrible ghastly silence.</p><p>There was a terrible ghastly noise.</p><p>There was a terrible ghastly silence."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039177</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The very real Universe arched sickeningly away beneath them. Various pretend ones flitted silently by, like mountain goats. Primal light exploded, splattering space time as with gobbets of Jell-O. Time blossomed, matter shrank away."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 79</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039241</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A computer chattered to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 96</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039537</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Something extraordinary happened to Ford's face. At least five entirely separate and distinct expressions of shock and amazement piled up on it in a jumbled mess. His left leg, which was in midstride, seemed to have difficulty in finding the floor again."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Oh... and, er...interesting rhythmic devices too," continued Arthur, "Which seemed to counterpoint the...er...er.." he floundered </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 88</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039642</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"In fact it wasn't perfectly oblong: the two long walls were raked round in a slight parallel curve, and all the angles and corners of the cabin were contoured in excitingly chunky shapes"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039748</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A motor whirred.</p><p>A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316039749</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Two hundred and thirty-nine thousand lightly fried eggs fell out of [the hole] too, materializing in a large wobbly heap on the famine-struck land of Poghril in the Pansel system."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 86</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040081</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"a Bambleweeny 57 Sub-Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea) were of course well understood"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author>26makaitlyn</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040136</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:10:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 37</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040463</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Only six people in the entire Galaxy understood the principle on which the Galaxy was governed, and they knew that once Zaphod Beeblebox had announced his intention to run as president it was more or less a fait accompli: he was ideal presidency fodder.*"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040468</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford," he said, "you're turning into a penguin. Stop it." </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:11:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 85</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040483</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for <em>Hamlet</em> they've worked out."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:11:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040541</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Southend seems to be melting away...the stars are swirling...a dustbowl...my legs are drifting off into the sunset...my left arm's come off too'...'ford' [Arthur] said, 'you're turning into a penguin, stop it'"</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:11:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 64</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040642</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy, Millstone Jennings of Green-bridge, the Essex, England, in the destruction of the planet Earth" </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 86</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040647</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Many respectable physicists said that they weren't going to stand for this, partly because it was a debasement of sciences, but mostly because they didn't get invited to those sorts of parties.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 37</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040758</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It was for the sake of this day that he had first decided to run for the presidency, a decision that had sent shock waves of astonishment throughout the Imperial Galaxy. Zaphod Beeblebrox? <em>President? Not the </em>Zaphod<em> </em>Beeblebrox<em>? </em>Not<em> the </em>President<em>?"</em></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:11:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 62</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040775</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Mostly harmless", admitted Ford with a slightly embarrassed cough.</p><p>"Mostly harmless!" shouted Arthur</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 91</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040809</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"With a microsecond pause, and a finely calculated micromodulation of pitch and timbre---nothing you could actually take offense at---Marvin managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human." </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 44</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040828</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"As he grinned his heart screamed unbearably and he fingered the small Paralyso-Matic bomb that nestled quietly in his pocket."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:11:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316040950</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>" 'Haaaauuurrgghhh...' said Arthur, as he felt his body softening and bending in unusual directions. 'Southend seems to be melting away... the stars are swirling... a dustbowl... my legs are drifting off into the sunset... my left arm's come off too.' "</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 85</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041251</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Tiny furry little hands were squeezing themselves through the cracks, their fingers were ink-stained; tiny voices chattered insanely."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041375</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He flopped as heavily as he could onto his control seat in the hope that it would break and give him something to be genuinely angry about, but it only gave a complaining sort of creak" </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041545</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"His voice took on the quality of a cat snagging brushed nylon."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 33</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041575</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The great ships hung motionless in the sky, over every nation on Earth. Motionless they hung, huge, heavy, steady in the sky, a blasphemy against nature." </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041615</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Somewhere in the deeply remote past it seriously traumatized a small random group of atoms drifting through the empty sterility of space and made them cling together in the most extraordinarily unlikely patterns. These patterns quickly learned to copy themselves (this was part of what was so extraordinary about the patterns) and went on to cause massive trouble on every planet they drifted on it" </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 81</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041645</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>“Well, do you think this is Southend?”</p><p>“Oh, Yes.”</p><p>“So do I.”</p><p>“Therefore, we must be mad.”</p><p>“Nice day for it.”</p><p><br></p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041664</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A motor whirred. </p><p>A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light. Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:12:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041734</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They plunged through heavy walls of sound, mountains of archaic thought, valleys of mood music, bad shoe session and footing bats and suddenly heard a girl's voice."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041851</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They plunged through heavy walls of sound, mountains of archaic thought, valleys of mood music, bad shoe sessions and footling bats and suddenly heard a girl's voice."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 66</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041930</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Groop I implore thee,' continued the merciless vogon, 'my foonting turlingdromes.'"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316041969</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Mr. L. Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby, and worked for the local council."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>P1 </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042050</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:13:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042118</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"[The Vogon's] voice took on the quality of a cat snagging brushed nylon."  </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:13:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 65</title>
         <author>26kimjulian</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042174</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The sweat stood out cold on Ford Prefect’s brow, and slid round the electrodes strapped to his temples. These were attached to a battery of electronic equipment – imagery 40 intensifiers, rhythmic modulators, alliterative residulators and simile dumpers – all designed to heighten the experience of the poem and make sure that not a single nuance of the poet’s thought was lost."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 87</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042224</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"So all I have to do in order to make one is to work out exactly how improbable it is, feed that figure into the finite improbability generator, give it a fresh cup of really hot tea . . . and turn it on!"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042314</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They plunged through heavy walls of sound, mountains of archaic thoughts, valleys of mood music, bad shoe sessions and footling bats and suddenly heard a girl's voice."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042886</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A million-gallon vat of custard upended itself over them without warning."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:14:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316042997</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'You know,' said Arthur, 'it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.'"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043070</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Primal light exploded, splattering space-time as with gobbets of Jell-O. Time blossomed, matter shrank away. The highest prime number coalesced quietly in a corner and hid itself away forever"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043147</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Two hundred and thirty-nine thousand lightly fried eggs fell out of it too, materializing in a large wobbly heap on the famine-struck land of Poghril in the Pansel system. The whole Poghril tribe had died out from famine except for one last man who died of cholesterol poisoning some weeks later."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043204</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'...we will shoot out into deep space I expect and asphyxiate. If you take a lungful of air with you you can last for up to thirty seconds, of course...' said Ford. He stuck his hands behind his back, raised his eyebrows and started to hum an old Betelgeusian battle hymn. To Arthur's eyes he suddenly looked very alien."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043378</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"In the corner, the robot's head swung up sharply, then wobbled about imperceptibly. It pulled itself up to its feet as if it was about five pounds heavier than it actually was..." </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043414</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He lifted his heads up to the sky, let out a wild whoop in major thirds, threw the bomb to the ground and ran forward through the sea of suddenly frozen beaming smiles." </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Understand that!' shouted Arthur. 'Understand that!'</p><p>Ford sprang up.</p><p>'Keep looking at the book!' he hissed urgently.</p><p>'What?'</p><p>'Don't Panic.'</p><p>'I'm not panicking!'</p><p>'Yes, you are.'"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043527</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Southend seemed to be melting away....the stars are swirling...a dustbowl...my legs are driving off into the sunset...my left arm's come off too."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043603</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A sudden silence hit the Earth. If anything it was worse than the noise. For a while nothing happened."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043612</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>'"Southend seems to be melting away... the stars are swirling... a dustbowl... my legs are drifting off into the sunset... my left arm's come off too"'</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 73</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043757</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A large circular steel hatchway of massive strength and weight let into the inner skin of the craft"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 81</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316043928</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The universe jumped, froze, quivered and splayed out in several unexpected directions."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:16:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 49</title>
         <author>26makaitlyn</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044067</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Are you trying to tell me that we just stuck out our thumbs and some green bug-eyed monster stuck his head out and said 'Hi fellas, hop right in, I can take you as far as the Basingstoke roundabout?"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044146</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"[H]e continued as with a huge bang Southend split itself into six equal segments which danced and spun giddily round each other in ... licentious formations."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 49 </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044205</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Monstrous shadows leaped and loomed again. Arthur struggled to his feet and hugged himself apprehensively. Hideous alien shapes seemed to throng about him, the air was thick with musty smells which sidd into his longs without identifying themselves, and a low irritating hum kept his brain from focusing."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 66</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044279</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,/ Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:16:35 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 45</title>
         <author>26kimjulian</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044546</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"His busy schedule would not allow it. He was the way he was because billions of years ago when the Vogons had first crawled out of the sluggish primeval seas of Vogsphere, and had lain panting and heaving on the planet’s virgin shores… when the first rays of the bright young Vogsol sun had shone across them that morning, it was as if the forces of evolution ad simply given up on them there and then, had turned aside in disgust and written them off as an ugly and unfortunate mistake."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044653</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The great ships hung motionless in the sky over every nation on Earth. Motionless, they hung, huge, heavy, steady in the sky, a blasphemy against nature" </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 56</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044737</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Gasping with horror he scrabbled at his ear for a second or so, but then slowly turned goggle-eyed with wonder."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:17:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044738</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that, and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other'"</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:17:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044781</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light. Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:17:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 66</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316044826</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Nnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyuuuuuuurrrrrggggghhhhhh!' cried Ford Prefect and threw one final spasm as the electronic enhancement of the last line caught him full blast across the temples. He went limp. Arthur lolled. 'Now Earthlings...' whirred the Vogon (he didn't know that Ford Prefect was in fact from a small planet somewhere in the vicinity of Betelgeuse, and wouldn't have cared if he had),"</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:17:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316045562</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"For a moment his embittered racial soul had been touched, but he thought no-too little too late. His voice took on the quality of a cat snagging brushed nylon."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 97</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316045741</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A loud clatter of gunk music flooded through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wave bands for news of himself"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 87</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316045841</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>After a student was awarded the Galactic Institute's Prize for Extreme Cleverness for creating the Infinite Improbability Drive, "he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists... they really couldn't stand... a smartass."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:18:49 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 105</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316045843</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Arthur followed him in nervously and was astonished to see a man lolling back in a chair with his feet on a control console..." </p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:18:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 32</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316046207</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"All around the world city streets exploded with people, cars skidded into each other as the noise fell on them and then rolled off like a tidal wave over hills and valleys, deserts and oceans, seeming to flatten everything it hit."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:19:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316046278</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The real Universe arched sickeningly away beneath them. Various pretend one flitted silently by, like mountain goats. Primal light exploded, splattering space-time as with gobbets of Jello-O. Time blossomed, and matter shrank away. The highest prime number coalesced quietly in a corner and hit itself away forever."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:19:34 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 18</title>
         <author>26makaitlyn</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316046680</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He was far from certain about this - his mind seemed to be full of noise, horses, smoke, and the stench of blood."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-04 23:20:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 81</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/7caai3jhadbfwkvz/wish/3316046865</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>After being rescued by an unknown ship, Arthur and Dent question if they are in Southend: "'Well, do you think this is Southend?' 'Oh yes,' 'So do I,' 'Therefore we must be mad'"</p>]]></description>
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