He glanced at Hotblack Desiato； who still hadn't moved so much as an eyelash。
〃。。。 and。。。〃 said Ford again； wondering what would be a good word to say after 〃and〃。
The large man came up with a whole sentence to go after 〃and〃。 He said it。
〃And I am Mr。 Desiato's bodyguard；〃 it went； 〃and I am responsible for his body； and I am not responsible for yours； so take it away before it gets damaged。〃
〃Now wait a minute；〃 said Ford。
〃No minutes！〃 boomed the bodyguard； 〃no waiting！ Mr。 Desiato speaks to no one！〃
〃Well perhaps you'd let him say what he thinks about the matter himself；〃 said Ford。
〃He speaks to no one！〃 bellowed the bodyguard。
Ford glanced anxiously at Hotblack again and was forced to admit to himself that the bodyguard seemed to have the facts on his side。 There was still not the slightest sign of movement； let alone keen interest in Ford's welfare。
〃Why？〃 said Ford； 〃What's the matter with him？〃
The bodyguard told him。
Chapter 17
The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy notes that Disaster Area； a plutonium rock band from the Gagrakacka Mind Zones； are generally held to be not only the loudest rock band in the Galaxy； but in fact the loudest noise of any kind at all。 Regular concert goers judge that the best sound balance is usually to be heard from within large concrete bunkers some thirty…seven miles from the stage； whilst the musicians themselves play their instruments by remote control from within a heavily insulated spaceship which stays in orbit around the planet … or more frequently around a pletely different planet。
Their songs are on the whole very simple and mostly follow the familiar theme of boy…being meets girl…being beneath a silvery moon； which then explodes for no adequately explored reason。
Many worlds have now banned their act altogether； sometimes for artistic reasons； but most monly because the band's public address system contravenes local strategic arms limitations treaties。
This has not； however； stopped their earnings from pushing back the boundaries of pure hypermathematics； and their chief research accountant has recently been appointed Professor of Neomathematics at the University of Maximegalon； in recognition of both his General and his Special Theories of Disaster Area Tax Returns； in which he proves that the whole fabric of the space…time continuum is not merely curved； it is in fact totally bent。
Ford staggered back to the table where Zaphod； Arthur and Trillian were sitting waiting for the fun to begin。
〃Gotta have some food；〃 said Ford。
〃Hi； Ford；〃 said Zaphod； 〃you speak to the big noise boy？〃
Ford waggled his head nonmittally。
〃Hotblack？ I sort of spoke to him； yeah。〃
〃What'd he say？〃
〃Well； not a lot really。 He's。。。 er。。。〃
〃Yeah？〃
〃He's spending a year dead for tax reasons。 I've got to sit down。〃
He sat down。
The waiter approached。
〃Would you like to see the menu？〃 he said； 〃or would you like to meet the Dish of the Day？〃
〃Huh？〃 said Ford。
〃Huh？〃 said Arthur。
〃Huh？〃 said Trillian。
〃That's cool；〃 said Zaphod； 〃we'll meet the meat。〃
In a small room in one of the arms of the Restaurant plex a tall； thin； gangling figure pulled aside a curtain and oblivion looked him in the face。
It was not a pretty face； perhaps because oblivion had looked him in it so many times。 It was too long for a start； the eyes too sunken and too hooded； the cheeks too hollow； his lips were too thin and too long； and when they parted his teeth looked too much like a recently polished bay window。 The hands that held the curtain were long and thin too： they were also cold。 They lay lightly along the folds of the curtain and gave the impression that if he didn't watch them like a hawk they would crawl away of their own accord and do something unspeakable in a corner。
He let the curtain drop and the terrible light that had played on his features went off to play somewhere more healthy。 He prowled around his small chamber like a mantis contemplating an evening's preying； finally settling on a rickety chair by a trestle table； where he leafed through a few sheets of jokes。
A bell rang。
He pushed the thin sheaf of papers aside and stood up。 His hands brushed limply over some of the one million rainbow…coloured sequins with which his jacket was festooned； and he was gone through the door。
In the Restaurant the lights dimmed； the band quickened its pace； a single spotlight stabbed down into the darkness of the stairway that led up to the centre of the stage。
Up the stairs bounded a tall brilliantly coloured figure。 He burst on to the stage； tripped lightly up to the microphone； removed it from its stand with one swoop of his long thin hand and stood for a moment bowing left and right to the audience acknowledging their applause and displaying to them his bay window。 He waved to his particular friends in the audience even though there weren't any there； and waited for the applause to die down。
He held up his hand and smiled a smile that stretched not merely from ear to ear； but seemed to extend some way beyond the mere confines of his face。
〃Thank you ladies and gentlemen！〃 he cried； 〃thank you very much。 Thank you so much。〃
He eyed them with a twinkling eye。
〃Ladies and gentlemen；〃 he said； 〃The Universe as we know it has now been in existence for over one hundred and seventy thousand million billion years and will be ending in a little over half an hour。 So； wele one and all to Milliways； the Restaurant at the End of the Universe！〃
With a gesture he deftly conjured another round of spontaneous applause。 With another gesture he cut it。
〃I am your host for tonight；〃 he said； 〃my name is Max Quordlepleen。。。〃 （Everybody knew this； his act was famous throughout the known Galaxy； but he said it for the fresh applause it generated； which he acknowledged with a disclaiming smile and wave。） 〃。。。 and I've just e straight from the very very other end of time； where I've been hosting a show at the Big Bang Burger Bar … where I can tell you we had a very exciting evening ladies and gentlemen … and I will be with you right through this historic occasion； the End of History itself！〃
Another burst of applause died away quickly as the lights dimmed down further。 On every table candles ignited themselves spontaneously； eliciting a slight gasp from all the diners and wreathing them in a thousand tiny flickering lights and a million intimate shadows。 A tremor of excitement thrilled through the darkened Restaurant as the vast golden dome above them began very very slowly to dim； to darken； to fade。
Max's voice was hushed as he continued。
〃So； ladies and gentlemen；〃 he breathed； 〃the candles are lit； the band plays softly； and as the force…shielded dome above us fades into transparency； revealing a dark and sullen sky hung heavy with the ancient light of livid swollen stars； I can see we're all in for a fabulous evening's apocalypse！〃
Even the soft tootling of the band faded away as stunned shock descended on all those who had not seen this sight before。
A monstrous； grisly light poured in on them；
… a hideous light；
… a boiling； pestilential light；
… a light that would have disfigured hell。
The Universe was ing to an end。
For a few interminable seconds the Restaurant span silently through the raging void。 Then Max spoke again。
〃For those of you who ever hoped to see the light at the end of the tunnel；〃 he said； 〃this is it。〃
The band struck up again。
〃Thank you； ladies and gentlemen；〃 cried Max； 〃I'll be back with you again in just a moment； and meanwhile I leave you in the very capable hands of Mr。 Reg Nullify and his cataclysmic bo。 Big hand please ladies and gentlemen for Reg and the boys！〃
The baleful turmoil of the skies continued。
Hesitantly the audience began to clap and after a moment or so normal conversation resumed。 Max began his round of the tables； swapping jokes； shouting with laughter； earning his living。
A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table； a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large w