Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty Six

As they floated upwards, Arthur took an inconsequential moment to think of his friends, who had always thought him gay and dull, or rather, eccentric and dull, and who he hoped were having fun in the tavern now.But it was the last time he thought of them in a long while. They floated up and circled each other like sycamore seeds falling from a tree in autumn, only in opposite directions. As they floated upward, they sang in ecstasy, knowing that what they were doing was utterly impossible, or that physics would take a long time to figure out. Physics shook his head, turned the other way, and concentrated on keeping the car going down Euston Road, heading for the Westway Flyover, keeping the streetlights on, keeping the cheese bread on Baker Street, sure. It's cheese on one side.

The lights of London shrunk rapidly below them like pearls on a string—London, Arthur kept reminding himself, not the grotesquely colored fields of stars on the far edge of the Milky Way.A faint Milky Way streaks across the sky above them.This is London - swayed and swayed, spun and spun. "Try a dive," he called to Finchchi. " "what?" Her voice sounded uncannily clear but felt far away in such an empty place.Gasping voices limp because of doubt—all this, clear, limp, distant, breathing, all at the same time. "We're flying," she said. "Nothing," cried Arthur, "don't think about it. Try diving."

"Bow..." Her hand grabbed his, and suddenly her weight grabbed his, and then, shockingly, she disappeared, plummeting beneath him, trying frantically and futilely to catch something. Physics glanced at Arthur, who also fell in horror, a dizzying fall that made him sick, every part of his body screaming except the sound. They fall vertically, because this is London, you can't really do things like that here. He couldn't catch her, because this was London, and less than a million miles away, seven hundred and fifty-six miles to be exact, was Pisa, where Galileo had clearly demonstrated the two fallen Objects fall with the same acceleration regardless of their weight.

They fell. In a dizzying and sickening descent, Arthur realized that if he was to hang in the sky, believing that the Italians who couldn't even build a tower straight were right about physics, they would face death. The threat, so he really fell faster than Fen Qiqi. He grabbed her from above, groping for a grip on her shoulders.It worked. it is good.Now that they're falling together, it's very sweet and romantic, but it doesn't address the fundamental problem, which is that they're still falling, and that the earth isn't going to wait to see if he'll pull another trick out of his sleeve, but Rush up to meet them like an express train.

He couldn't support her weight, and there was nothing to support him.The only thing he could think about was that they were obviously going to die, and that if he didn't want the obvious to happen, he'd have to do something less obvious.So at this moment, he felt that he had entered a familiar realm again. He let go of her, pushed her away, and she turned to face him, gasping in disbelief, as he clasped her pinky fingers, flung her upwards, and rolled clumsily after her upwards. "Oops," she said, as she sat in the air out of breath, and when she recovered, the two of them continued to slide into the night sky.

When they got below the clouds, they paused to see where they had come, inconceivably.The earth becomes something that doesn't need to be looked at, just glance at it when you are free. Finchchi ventured a few small dives, and found that if she adjusted correctly when the wind was blowing, she could do some dizzying dives with just a slight twist on her toes at the end, and then There would be a small drop, which would cause her skirt to billow around her.Readers anxious to see what Marvin and Ford Prefect are up to should skip to the next chapter now, for Arthur is now impatient to help her get her dress off.

The skirt floated down, was blown away, turned into a blotch, disappeared and, for some complicated reason, was found the next morning hanging on a family's washing machine line in Honslow, and making the family's Life has changed dramatically. They hugged silently and floated upward until they were floating in misty water vapor, in which you could see the propellers of the plane's wings, but you couldn't feel them because you were sitting hot in the stinking air. Inside the plane, look out through a perfunctory little glass window while someone's toddler patiently tries to pour milk down your shirt.

Arthur and Finchchi could feel the vapor, a little cold and thin, around their bodies, very cold and very thin.Fenchurch is now protected only by two pieces of Martha's clothing, and even so, they both feel that if they are not prepared to let gravity bother them, then this little situation of cold and thin air can be played. go. Fenchurch went up into the clouds and Arthur took off the two Martha panels on her very, very slowly, the only way it works when you're flying in the sky and you don't use your hands .The next morning, the two pieces of cloth caused great chaos in El Woods and Richmond respectively.

They spent a long time inside the clouds because the clouds were piled up so high.When they finally emerged wet above the clouds, Finchchi spun slowly like starfish in a tidal lake at high tide, and they discovered that the top of the clouds was where the real moonlight of the night really shined. The moonlight is like water.There are unusual mountains here, and it has its own polar snow-covered mountains. They appeared above the high-pile cumulonimbus cloud and began to drift slowly down its outline.Finchitch began to undress him one by one, freeing him, until all the clothes had left his body, and he fell, staggering in amazement, into the whiteness.

She kissed him, kissed his neck, his chest, and soon they floated up again, spinning slowly, forming an indescribable T-shape, if there was a Floris full of pizza flying now If passed, the situation may cause it to flap its wings and cough. But there are no flores charizards in the clouds, and there can't be, because they are like dinosaurs, dodo birds, sadly extinct, unlike boeing 747, there is still ample supply, this universe may not be Saw them. The sudden mention of the Boeing 747 in the above list has nothing to do with the situation where Arthur and Fenchurch encountered something similar a minute or two later.

The Boeing 747 is huge and scary.You'll know when you meet one in the air.The thundering air vibrates, the screeching wind presses down like a wall, and if you're stupid enough to do anything like what Arthur and Finchitch are doing at a very close distance, you'll Tossed aside like a butterfly in a blitz. This time, though, it's a dizzy fall, a heart-pounding moment, a moment's reunion, and then, amidst the roaring noise, a brilliant new idea. Mrs. E. Capels of Boston, Massachusetts, was an elderly lady who, in fact, felt that her life was nearing its end.She's been through a lot and she's been through some amazing things, but at the end of her life she's a little bit upset, too much has bored her.Life is fun on the whole, but maybe a little too reasonable and conventional. Sighing, she rolled up the small plastic curtain and looked over the wing. At first she thought she should call the stewardess over, but after thinking about it again, no, fuck her, absolutely not, this is for her, only she can see it. When her two irrational beings slid off the wing and fell back into the airstream, her spirits were surprisingly lifted. She was greatly relieved to realize that in fact everything everyone told her was wrong. In that alley the next morning, Arthur and Finchitch slept late, unaware of the constant screams of furniture being trimmed At night they did what they had done yesterday, but this time with a Sony Walkman.