Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

Painful, depressed.More pain and more depression.He had to find something to do, and he made a plan for himself. He wants to find out his former cave. He once lived in a cave on the prehistoric earth, although that cave was not very good, dirty and dirty, but... no but.It was a filthy, filthy hole, and he hated that hole.But he lived in it for five years, and it was his home to a certain extent, and people always want to look back on the changes in their own home.Arthur Dent was such a man, and he went to Exeter to buy a computer. Of course, that's what he really wanted, a computer.But before running off to spend such a large sum of money, he felt that he should have some serious purpose in mind, lest people think he bought it for fun.Here, then, was his serious purpose—to pinpoint the coordinates of a cave on prehistoric Earth.He explained this to the salesperson at the store.

"Why?" said the clerk. This question is too difficult to answer. "Okay, forget it," said the clerk, "how can I find it?" "Oh, I was just asking you to help me." The clerk sighed, and his shoulders slumped. "Do you have experience with computers?" Arthur considered whether he should mention Eddie, the main control computer of the Heart of Gold, who could do the job in under a second, or Deep Thought, or—but in the end He decided not to speak. "No," he said. "This afternoon is too funny." The clerk said to himself.

Finally Arthur bought an Apple computer.Spent a few more days installing some huge software, plotting the movements of the stars, recalling the state of the stars as I seem to remember looking up at the night in the cave. Spent a rough diagram and burying my head in it for a few weeks. , I was very happy to postpone the conclusion that I had known for a long time, and the conclusion was that this plan was too absurd. Crude patterns drawn from memory mean nothing.He didn't even know how long ago that was, except that Ford Sheriff's rough guess was "millions of years ago," and besides, he didn't know math at all.

In the end, however, he found a way to draw a conclusion.He decided to ignore the extreme chaos of his own rules of thumb, wild estimates, and esoteric guesses, and find the correct galaxy by luck.He went on like this to come up with a conclusion. He declared that this was the correct conclusion.Who knows? He did so, and through the boundless and unfathomable randomness of fate, he found the actual correct answer, although of course he himself knew nothing about it.He just ran to London and knocked on the corresponding door according to his answer. "Oh, I thought you'd call me first."

Arthur was dumbfounded. "You can only come in for a few minutes," Fenchurch said, "I'm going out now."