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From here it was a bit of a jump to the pavement since there was a lower ground floor to the house with a narrow flight of steps leading down to it in the front. a line of iron railings separated these from the pavement, and Dirk had to get clear over these. Without hesitating for a moment he made the jump, and it was in mid-bound that he realised he and not picked up his car keys from the kitchen table where he'd left them. He considered as he sailed gracelessly through the air whether or not to execute a wild mid-air twist, make a desperate grab backwards for the window and hope that he might just manage to hold on to the sill, but decided on mature reflection that an error at this point might just kill him whereas the walk would probably do him good. Douglas Adams |
She was about to
demand a full explanation of this proposterous remark when a passing white
Ford Sierra slowed down beside them. Douglas Adams |
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... he moved his head round what seemed like a billionth part of a billionth part of a degree, slipped behind a molecule and was gone. He had instantly to duck to avoid a great eagle swooping out of the vast space at him. Douglas Adams |
Reg was having difficulty in finding the key from a collection which looked like something that a fit Ninja Warrior could hurl through the trunk of a tree. Douglas Adams |
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"Marvin, why
are you lying face down in the dust?" spoke Ford. Douglas Adams |
Arthur - "What's
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Massive sweaty figures seethed around them, on them (talking about tables full of steaming dead things and wine goblets etc..), eating, drinking, fighting over the food, fighting in the food, fighting with the food. A yard or so from Dirk, a warrior was standing on top of a table fighting a pig which had been roasting for six hours, and he was clearly losing, but losing with vim and spirit ... Douglas Adams |
"I can't help noticing", Zaphod said coolly, "that you have parked your spaceship through mine." Douglas Adams |
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"I've had the sort
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