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         <title>page 35</title>
         <author>oliviawallace1</author>
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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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         <title>Page 35</title>
         <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>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 60</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Visions of it swam sickeningly through his nauseated mind."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>3</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 20</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It says that the effect of drinking a PAn Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 36</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Uncomprehending terror settled on the watching people of Earth. The terror moved slowly through the gathered crowds as if they were iron fillings on a sheet of board and a magnet was moving beneath them. </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 blackness studded with tiny, impossibly bright points of light."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 76</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p> "I mean, you mat think it is a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315694452</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The terror moved slowly through the gathered crowds as if they were iron fillings on a sheet of board and a magnet was moving beneath them"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 5</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315694503</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Toothpaste on the brush—so. Scrub. Shaving mirror—pointing at the ceiling...Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 66</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford was rasping for breath. He rolled his dusty tongue round his parched mouth and moaned."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 45</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"it was as if the forces of evolution had simply given up on them."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 49</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Monstrous shadows leaped and loomed again."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315695141</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Panic sprouted again, desperate fleeting panic, but there was nowhere to flee to"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 33-34</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Every hi-fi set in the world, every radio, every television, every cassette recorder, every woofer, every tweeter, every mid-range driver in the world quietly turned itself on."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 32</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"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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         <title>page 10</title>
         <author>26joshiyashika</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315695716</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He was not conspicuously tall, his features were not conspicuously handsome. His hair was wiry and gingerish..his skin seemed to be pulled backward from the nose. There was something very slightly odd about him"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 5</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315696033</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with remarkable book begins simply."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 47</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Somewhere in a small dark cabin buried deep in the intestines of Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz's flagship, a small match flared nervously".</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 49</title>
         <author></author>
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         <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 sidled into his lungs without identifying themselves, and a low irritating hum kept his brain from focusing" (Adams 49).</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 49</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315696389</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Hideous alien shapes seemed to throng about him, the air was thick with musty smells which siled into his lungs without identifying themselves and a low irritating hum kept his brian from focusing."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315696457</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697147</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Before the Earth passed away it was going to be treated to the very ultimate in sound reproduction, the greatest public address system ever built."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697193</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"All around the world city streets exploded with people, cars slewed 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 flatter everything it hit"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 50</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697227</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz heaved his unpleasant green body round the control bridge. He always felt vaguely irritable after demolishing populated planets."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 41</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697347</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"A twenty-foot-high transparent globe floated next to his boat, rolling and bobbing, glistening in the brilliant sun. Inside it floated a wide semicircular sofa upholstered in glorious red leather"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697509</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Every tin can, every dustbin, every window, every car, every wineglass, every sheet of rusty metal became activated as an acoustically perfect sounding board...But there was no concert, no music, no fanfare, just a simple message"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 42</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697523</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"To tremendous applause Zaphod Beebleborx stepping out of the bubble, his orange sash blazing in the light".</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 45</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315697938</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"His highly domed nose rose high above a small piggy forehead. His dark green rubbery skin was thick enough for him to play a game of Vogon Civil Service politics"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 82</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315698198</link>
         <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 39</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315698534</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Together and between them they had gone to the furthest limits of physical laws, restructured the fundamental fabric of matter, strained, twisted and broken the laws of possibility and impossibility."</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 46</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>They brought forth scintillating jeweled scuttling crabs, which the Vogons ate, smashing their shells with iron mallets; tall aspiring trees of breathtaking slenderness and color which the Vogons cut down and burned their crabmeat with; elegant gazellelike creatures with silken coats and dewy eyes which the Vogons would catch and sit on"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 34</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315698710</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"But there was no concert, no music, no fanfare, just a simple message."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 123</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>A dark featureless mass once more filled the screens - the planet rolling away beneath them. They watched for a moment in silence, but Zaphoid was fidgety with excitement.</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 60</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>" He was now six light-years from the place that the Earth would have been if it still existed. The Earth. Visions of it swam sickingly through his nauseated mind".</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 40</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315699276</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The crowd gasped, dazzle by sun and seamanship, as the presidential speedboat zipped round the headland into the bay. It flashed and shone as it came skating over the sea in wide skidding turns"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 39</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>The island of France was about twenty miles long, five miles across the middle, sandy and crescent-shaped. In fact, it seemed to exist not so much as an island in its own right as simply a means of defining the sweep and curve of a huge bay. This impression was heightened by the fact that the inner coastline of the crescent consisted almost entirely of steep cliffs. From he top of the cliff the land sloped slowly down five miles to the opposite shore.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 14</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315699501</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The Earth moved slowly in its diurnal course.</p><p>The Sun was beginning to dry out the mud Arthur laid in.</p><p>A shadow moved across him again." </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 60</title>
         <author></author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Visions of it swam sickeningly through his nauseated mind."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>pg 80</title>
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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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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It was in fact reason is out for lunch."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Together and between them they had gone to and beyond the furthest limits of physical laws, restricted the fundamental fabric of matter, stained, twisted and broken the laws of possibility and impossibility, but still the great excitement of all seemed to be to meet a man with an orange sash round his neck"</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Beneath it lay uncovered a huge starship, one hundred and fifty metres long, shaped like a sleek running shoe, perfectly white and mindbogglingly beautiful"</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The bubble surged into the air, bobbing and rolling on the water spout. Up, up it climbed throwing stilts of light at the cliff. Up it surged on the jet ..."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"They slashed sheets of water hissing into the air, carved deep gashes in the sea which swayed crazily and sank back foaming in the boat's wake as it careered across the bay."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>These were attached to a battery of electrode equipment--imagery intensifiers, rhythmic modulators, alliterative residulators and simile dumpers--all designed to heighten the experience of a poem</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"On Wednesday night it had rained heavily, the lane was wet, but the Tuesday morning sun was bright and clear as it shone on Aurthur's Dents house for what was to be the las time."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words 'DON'T PANIC' inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover."</p>]]></description>
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         <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 32</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Whatever it was raced across the sky in its monstrous yellowness, tore the sky apart with mind-boggling noise and leaped off into the distance leaving the gaping air to shut behind it with a bang(italicized) that drove your ears six feet into your skull" (Adams 32).</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 47</title>
         <author></author>
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         <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 asphyxication in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.'</p><p><br/></p><p>'Why, what did she tell you?'</p><p><br/></p><p>'I don’t know, I didn’t listen.' </p><p><br/></p><p>'Oh.' Ford carried on humming.</p>]]></description>
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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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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He added, perfectly factually: 'The world's about to end'"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
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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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         <title>page 15</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 48</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He heard a slight groan. By the light of the match he saw a heavy shape moving slightly on the floor. Quickly he shook the match out, reached in his pocket, found what he was looking for and took it out."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 21</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The Batman of the Horse and Groom didn't deserve this sort of treatment; he was a dignified old man."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 79</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"The nothingth of a second for which the hole existed reverberted backward and forward through time in a most improbable fashion." </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 82</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Wild yowling noises of pipes and stings 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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         <title>page 65</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>" 'Aaaaaaarggggghhhhhh!' went Ford Pefect, wrenching his head back as lumps of pain thumped through it"</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 40</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"He twisted the wheel sharply, the boat skidded round in a wild scything skid beneath the cliff face and dropped to rest lightly on the rocking waves. Within seconds he ran out onto the deck and waved and grinned at over three billion people."</p>]]></description>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/oliviawallace1/fogp9gio9xukifnp/wish/3315702780</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford struck another match to help him search for a light switch. Monstrous shadows leaped and loomed again".</p>]]></description>
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         <title>page 39</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>It consisted in large part of the engineers and researchers who had built the Heart of Gold—mostly humanoid, but here and there were a few reptiloid atomizers, two or three green sylphlike maximegalacticians, and octopodic physucturalist or two and a Hooloovoo (a Hooloovoo is a super intelligent shade of the color blue). All except the Hooloovoo were resplendent in their multicolored ceremonial lab coats; the Hooloovoo had been temporarily refracted into a free-standing prism for the occasion. </p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"It consisted in large part of the engineers and researchers who had built the Heart of Gold-mostly humanoid...and a Hooloovoo (a Hooloovoo is a super intelligent shade of the color blue)."</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 58 </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>At that moment the bottom fell out of Arthur's mind. His eyes turned inside out His feet began to leak from the top of his head The room folded flat around him, spun around, shifted out of existence and left him sliding into his own navel.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>38</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"he was ideal presidency fodder*....</p><p><br/></p><p>*President: full title President of the Imperial Galatic Government....The President in particular is very much a figurehead--he wields no power whatsoever...."</p><p><br/></p><p>(footnote is multiple sentences long)</p>]]></description>
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         <title>pg 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 67</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>These were attached to a battery of electronic equipment - imagery 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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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford perfect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere,particularly somewhere as mind-boggling dull as the earth"</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Water boiled up beneath the bubble, it seethed and spouted. The bubble surged into the air, bobbing and rolling on the water spout. Up, up it climbed, throwing stilts of light at the cliff. Up it surged on the jet, the water falling from beneath it, crashing back into the sea hundreds of feet below."</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Arthur let out a low groan. He was horrified to discover that the kick through hyperspace hadn't killed him. He was now six light-years from the place that the Earth would have been if it still existed" (Adams 60).</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"Ford and Arthur popped into outer space like corks from a toy gun" (Adams 75).</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Page 75</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>"All that's left is me and the words <em>mostly harmless</em>. Any second now all that will be left is <em>mostly harmless" (Adams 75).</em></p>]]></description>
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