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particularly this Vogon, and particularly - for various reasons -
this job.

This Vogon was Captain Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz of the Galactic
Hyperspace Planning Council, and he was it who had had the job of
demolishing the so-called "planet" Earth.

He heaved his monumentally vile body round in his ill-fitting,
slimy seat and stared at the monitor screen on which the starship
Heart of Gold was being systematically scanned.

It mattered little to him that the Heart of Gold, with its
Infinite Improbability Drive, was the most beautiful and
revolutionary ship ever built. Aesthetics and technology were
closed books to him and, had he had his way, burnt and buried
books as well.

It mattered even less to him that Zaphod Beeblebrox was aboard.
Zaphod Beeblebrox was now the ex-President of the Galaxy, and
though every police force in the Galaxy was currently pursuing
both him and this ship he had stolen, the Vogon was not
interested.

He had other fish to fry.

It has been said that Vogons are not above a little bribery and
corruption in the same way that the sea is not above the clouds,
and this was certainly true in his case. When he heard the words
"integrity" or "moral rectitude", he reached for his dictionary,
and when he heard the chink of ready money in large quantities he
reached for the rule book and threw it away.

In seeking so implacably the destruction of the Earth and all
that therein lay he was moving somewhat above and beyond the call
of his professional duty. There was even some doubt as to whether
the said bypass was actually going to be built, but the matter
had been glossed over.

He grunted a repellent grunt of satisfaction.

"Computer," he croaked, "get me my brain care specialist on the
line."

Within a few seconds the face of Gag Halfrunt appeared on the
screen, smiling the smile of a man who knew he was ten light
years away from the Vogon face he was looking at. Mixed up
somewhere in the smile was a glint of irony too. Though the Vogon
persistently referred to him as "my private brain care
specialist" there was not a lot of brain to take care of, and it
was in fact Halfrunt who was employing the Vogon. He was paying