經典科幻文學:《宇宙盡頭的餐館》第3章7
“Zaphod Beeblebrox the Fourth. Concentrate!”
“The Fourth?”
“Yeah. Listen, I’m Zaphod Beeblebrox, my father was Zaphod Beeblebrox the Second, my grandfather Zaphod Beeblebrox the Third…”
“What?”
“There was an accident with a contraceptive and a time machine. Now concentrate!”
“Three minutes,” said Ford Prefect.
“Why,” said Arthur Dent, “are we doing this?”
“Shut up,” suggested Zaphod Beeblebrox.
Trillian said nothing. What, she thought, was there to say?
The only light on the bridge came from two dim red triangles in a far corner where Marvin the Paranoid Android sat slumped, ignoring all and ignored by all, in a private and rather unpleasant world of his own.
Round the central console four figures hunched in tight concentration trying to blot from their minds the terrifying shuddering of the ship and the fearful roar that echoed through it.
They concentrated.
Still they concentrated.
And still they concentrated.
The seconds ticked by.
“贊福德·畢博布魯克斯四世。集中意念！”
“四世？”
“是的。你給我聽着，我叫贊福德·畢博布魯克斯，我父親反過來叫贊福德·畢博布魯克斯二世，我祖父叫贊福德·畢博布魯克斯三世……”
“什麼？”
“避孕工具和時間機器出了故障。現在，集中意念！”
“三分鐘。”福特長官說。
“可這是爲什麼？”阿瑟·鄧特說，“我們要這麼做呢？”
“閉嘴，”贊福德·畢博布魯克斯說。
崔莉恩沒有開腔。她想的是，自己還能說什麼呢？
艦橋上惟一的光線來自遠處一個角落裏兩個黯淡的紅色三角形。馬文，那個偏執狂機器人，頹喪地坐在那兒，對周圍的一切視而不見，同時也被周圍的一切所忽略，獨自沉浸在他自己那個私人的、並不令人愉快的世界裏。
四個人圍在中控臺四周，緊張地集中自己的意念，極力不去理會飛船的劇烈震盪和迴響在艙內的可怕的呼嘯聲。
他們在集中意念。
他們仍然在集中意念。
他們仍然在繼續集中意念。
時間一秒一秒地流逝。
