I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.

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The road suddenly turns out to be impassable because it’s being rebuilt by the Chinese, only we’re not supposed to know that. And exactly what is meant by ‘suddenly’ I don’t know because they’ve apparently been at it for ten years.

I didn’t notice I was being set upon by a pickpocket, which I am glad of, because I like to work only with professionals.

“We would love to stay and help,” shouted Ford, picking his way over the mangled debris, “only we’re not going to.”

Arthur shook his head and sat down. He looked up. “I thought you must be dead …” he said simply.
“So did I for a while,” said Ford, “and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. A kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.”

“You’ll have to excuse me,” said Arthur. “I’m terribly happy.”