“Mean? You know perfectly well what it means. “What would it mean to them?” “Mean?” said Arthur. Did you tell them?” “ What’s the point?” said Ford. “Slartibartfast’s signature in the glacier. “Hmmmm?” said Ford, not really concentrating. “ Did you tell them what we’d discovered?” he asked. “ We’ve seen it,” said Ford, “ there’s no escape.” Arthur kicked at a stone. We’ve seen it.” “But…” Arthur waved his arms about hopelessly. “ Imagine?” said Ford, raising his eyebrows. “ Can you imagine what a world would be like descended from those… cretins we arrived with?” he said. He hoped that the weary sigh and then the anger might do something to counteract the overriding feeling of foolishness from which he was currently suffering. “ We’ve got to encourage them to evolve! To develop!” Arthur burst out angrily. “ What’s that supposed to achieve?” asked Ford. “The only word they know is grunt and they can’t spell it.” He sighed and sat back. “ It’s uphill work,” said Arthur wearily. “They look like cavemen.” Ford let it pass. “ I’m trying to teach the cavemen to play Scrabble,” he said. But things were different then, or rather would be. It had worked like a dream on him when he was a child.
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