So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish - Douglas Adams [34]
“It was one of those pictures that children are supposed to like,” she said, “but don’t. Full of endearing little animals doing endearing things, you know?”
“I know. I was plagued with them too. Rabbits in waistcoats.”
“Exactly. These rabbits were in fact on a raft, as were assorted rats and owls. There may even have been a reindeer.”
“On the raft.”
“On the raft. And a boy was sitting on the raft.”
“Among the rabbits in waistcoats and the owls and the reindeer.”
“Precisely there. A boy of the cheery gypsy ragamuffin variety.”
“Ugh.”
“The picture worried me, I must say. There was an otter swimming in front of the raft, and I used to lie awake at night worrying about this otter having to pull the raft, with all these wretched animals on it who shouldn’t even be on a raft, and the otter had such a thin tail to pull it with I thought it must hurt pulling it all the time. Worried me. Not badly, but just vaguely, all the time.
“Then one day—and remember I’d been looking at this picture every night for years—I suddenly noticed that the raft had a sail. Never seen it before. The otter was fine, he was just swimming along.”
She shrugged.
“Good story?” she said.
“Ends weakly,” said Arthur, “leaves the audience crying, ‘Yes, but what of it?’ Fine up till there, but needs a final sting before the credits.”
Fenchurch laughed and hugged her legs.
“It was just such a sudden revelation, years of almost unnoticed worry just dropping away, like taking off heavy weights, like black and white becoming color, like a dry stick suddenly being watered. The sudden shift of perspective that says, ‘Put away your worries, the world is a good and perfect place. It is in fact very easy.’ You probably think I’m saying that because I’m going to say that I felt like that this afternoon or something, don’t you?”
“Well, I…” said Arthur, his composure suddenly shattered.
“Well, it’s all right,” she said, “I did. That’s exactly what I felt. But, you see, I’ve felt that before, even stronger. Incredibly strongly. I’m afraid I’m a bit of a one,” she said, gazing off into the distance, “for sudden startling revelations.”
Arthur was at sea, could hardly speak, and felt it wiser therefore for the moment not to try.
“It was very odd,” she said, much as one of the pursuing Egyptians might have said that the behavior of the Red Sea when Moses waved his rod at it was a little on the strange side.
“Very odd,” she repeated, “for days before, the strangest feeling had been building in me, as if I was going to give birth. No, it wasn’t like that in fact, it was more as if I was being connected into something, bit by bit, no, not even that, it was as if the whole of the Earth, through me, was going to…”
“Does the number,” said Arthur gently, “forty-two mean anything to you at all?”
“What? No, what are you talking about?” exclaimed Fenchurch.
“Just a thought,” murmured Arthur.
“Arthur, I mean this, this is very real to me, this is serious.”
“I was being perfectly serious,” said Arthur; “it’s just the Universe I’m never quite sure about.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Tell me the rest of it,” he said. “Don’t worry if it sounds odd. Believe me, you are talking to someone who has seen a lot of stuff,” he added, “that is odd. And I don’t mean biscuits.”
She nodded, and seemed to believe him. Suddenly, she gripped his arm.
“It was so simple,” she said, “so wonderfully and extraordinarily simple, when it came.”
“What was it?” said Arthur quietly.
“Arthur, you see,” she said, “that’s what I no longer know. And the loss is unbearable. If I try to think back to it it all goes flickery and jumpy, and if I try too hard, I get as far as the teacup and I just black out.”
“What?”
“Well, like your story,” she said, “the best bit happened in a café. I was sitting there, having a cup of tea. This was after days of this build-up, the feeling of becoming connected up. I think I was buzzing gently. And there was some work going on at a building site opposite the café, and I was watching it through the window, over the rim of my teacup, which I always