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         <title>Page 35</title>
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         <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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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford had recovered himself. He was at his <strong>flippest</strong>.</p><p>'Yes,' he said <strong>gaily</strong>, 'in less than two minutes I would estimate'"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 96 (Electronic Version)</title>
         <author>26moralesabigail</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"No, I just found this sales brochure lying on the floor.</p><p>It's a lot</p><p>of 'the Universe can be yours' stuff. Ah! Look, I was right."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 81 - 82</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They both sat on the pavement and watched with a certain unease as huge children bounced heavily along the sand and wild horses thundered through the sky taking fresh supplies of reinforced railings to the Uncertain Areas."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 88</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Sme of the control seats hadn't had the plastic wrapping taken off. The cabin was mostly white, oblong, and about the size of a smallish restaurant."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They plunged through heavy walls of sound, mountains of archaic through, valleys of mood music, bad shoe sessions, and footling bats and suddenly heard a girls voice."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Don't Panic. Time is an illusion.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 64</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 21</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink. Sprinkle Zamphuor"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
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         <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 girls voice."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 79</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It was exactly a nothingth of a second long, a nothingth of of an inch wide, and quite a lot of millions of light-years from end to end"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 45</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz was not a pleasant sight, even for other Vogons. His highly domed nose rose high above a small piggy forehead. His dark green rubbery skin was thick enough for him to play the game of Vogon Civil Service politics, and play it well, and waterproof enough for him to survive indefinitely at sea depths of down to a thousand feet with no ill effects."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 93 - Electronic Version</title>
         <author>26moralesabigail</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"In the corner, the robot's head swung up sharply, but then wobbled about imperceptibly. It pulled itself up to its feet as if it was about five pounds heavier that it actually."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 85</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'This is fantastic! We've been picked up by a ship powered by the Infinity Improbability Drive! This is incredible! I heard rumors about it before!'"</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/ae8jyjdq86pdo43b/wish/3317331205</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"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 91</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Marvin managed to convey his utter contempt and horror of all things human"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 67</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford leaped to his rescue, hazarding "... counter-point the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the ...er..." He floundered too, but Arthur was ready again. ..."Vogonity," Ford hissed at him"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Wild yowling noises of pipes and strings seared through the wind, hot doughnuts popped out of the road for ten pence each, horrid fish stormed out of the sky and Arthur and Ford decided to make a run for it."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 93</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The pink cubicle had winked out of existence, the monkeys had sunk away to a better dimension. Ford and Arthur found themselves in the embarkation area of the ship. It was rather smart"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty black-ness 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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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He was a nervous, worried man. Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had gone seriously wrong with his job"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A slight hiss built into a deafening roar of rushing air as the outer hatchway opened onto an empty of blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 90 </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'The ship did.'</p><p>'Huh?'</p><p>'The ship did. All by itself.'</p><p>'Huh?'</p><p>'While we were in Improbability Drive.'"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 134</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The ship twisted sharply and rocketed upwards. The crew were hurled violently back across the cabin."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Five wild Event Maelstroms swirled in vicious storms of unreason and spewed up a payment"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 69</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The long steel-lined corridor echoed to the feeble struggles of the two humanoids clamped firmly under rubbery Vogon armpits."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>PAGE 111</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>“Ford rounded on Arthur with an angry flash in his eyes. Now he felt he was back on home ground he suddenly began to resent having lumbered himself with this ignorant primitive who knew as much about the affairs of the Galaxy as an Illford-based gnat knew about life in Peking”</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The galaxy was big. Really big. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist, but that’s just peanuts to space."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 47</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He looked about the cabin but could see very little; strange monstrous shadows loomed and leaped with the tiny flickering flame, but all was quiet."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 51 </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>" Ford frowned at the grubby mattresses, unwashed cups, and unidentifiable bits of smelly alien underwear that lay around the cramped cabin." </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He flopped as heavily as he could onto his control seat in the hope that it would break"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 55</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/ae8jyjdq86pdo43b/wish/3317334313</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Suddenly a violent noise leaped at them from no source that he could identify. He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle while fighting off a pack of wolves."</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-05 17:43:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 58 - Jargon</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It's translating for you. It's a <strong>Babel fish</strong>. Look it up in the book if you like."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 85</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Arthur had jammed himself against the door to the cubicle, trying to hold it closed, but it was ill fitting. Tiny furry little hands were squeezing themselves through the cracks, their fingers were ink-stained"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 76</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Space,' it says, 'is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly hugely mind-bogglingly big it is. "'</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
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         <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 for ever."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Pg. 83</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Haaaauuurrgghhh..." said Arthur, as he felt his body softening and bending in unusual directions"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 83</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A frightening thought struck him. 'Hell,' he said, 'How am I going to operate my digital watch now?'"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80 </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The real Universe arched sickeningly 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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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Primal light exploded, splattering space-time. as with gobbets of Jell-O"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Whatever Zaphod's qualities of mind might include--dash, bravado, conceit--he was mechanically inept and could easily blow the ship up." </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>“The Vogon ship was a great, ugly, green and purple thing, shaped like a monstrous, half-finished sandwich.”</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun"</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Aaaaaarggghhh!' went Ford Prefect, wrenching his head back as lumps of pain thumped through it. He could dimly see beside him Arthur lolling and rolling in his seat. He clenched his teeth... and threw one final spasm as the electronic enhancement of the last line caught him full blast across the temples. He went limp." </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It stopped in front of Trillion and seemed to stare through her left shoulder."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The Vogon stared down at him as sluggish thoughts moiled around in the murky depths" (Adams 73). </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'They were all officially denied, but they must have done it! They've built the Improbability Drive! Arthur, this is...Arthur? What's happening?'"</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The sweat stood out cold on Ford Prefect's brow, and slid round the electrodes strapped to his temples.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Pg. 82</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Wild yowling noises of pipes and strings seared through the wind, hot doughnuts popped out of the road for ten pence each, horrid fish stormed out of the sky"</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>'"Oh sure,' said Arthur, 'sure."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The Vogons were a race of creatures whose only known virtue was that they were very good at being unpleasant."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/ae8jyjdq86pdo43b/wish/3317337862</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The real Universe arched sickeningly away beneath them. Various pretend ones fitted silently by, like mountain goats."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 99</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced in her relationship was Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn't be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually didn't understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid. "</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 80</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"On the pavement lay Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent gulping like half-spent fish"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 55</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He gasped in terror at what sounded like a man trying to gargle while fighting off a pack of wolves"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 56</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>" He was experiencing the aural equivalent of looking at a picture of two black silhouetted faces and suddenly seeing it as a picture of a white candlestick."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 25</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"several somethings in fact, several huge as office blocks, silent as birds"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 86 </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The principle of generating small amounts of finite improbability by simply hooking the logic circuits of Bambleweeny 57 Sub-Meson Brain into an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 88 </title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"In one corner a robot sat humped, its gleaming brushed steel head hanging loosely between its gleaming brushed steel knees." </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 55</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Just come along with me and have a good time. The Galaxy's a fun place. You'll need to have this fish in your ear" (Adams 55). </p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He was now six-light years away from the place that Earth would've been if it still existed. The Earth."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 97</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/ae8jyjdq86pdo43b/wish/3317338872</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It saved a lot of muscular expenditure, of course, but it meant that you had to set infuriatingly still if you wanted to keep listening to the same program."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 77</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The simple truth is that interstellar distances will not fit into the human imagination. Even light, which travels so fast that it takes most races thousands of years to realize that it travels at all, takes time to journey between the stars."</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 85</title>
         <author></author>
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         <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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         <title>Page 43</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Beneath it lay uncovered a huge starship, one hundred and fifty meters long, shaped like a sleek running shoe, perfectly white and mind-boggling beautiful."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 71 (Electronic Version)</title>
         <author>26moralesabigail</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The long steel-lined corridor echoed to the feeble struggles of the two humanoids clamped firmly under rubbery Vogon."</p>]]></description>
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         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"'Please relax' said the voice pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines, one of which is on fire"</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-02-05 17:47:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Page 22 (Online)</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It says that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick"</p>]]></description>
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