Jack Vettriano Study for Bluebird at Bonneville

Jack Vettriano Study for Bluebird at BonnevilleJack Vettriano Strangers In The NightJack Vettriano Still Dreaming
purposefully. He flung the torch beam around. The walls were covered in dark tiles and were cold to the touch, the air thick with decay. "There, what did I tell you?" he said. "An inhabited planet. Magrathea," and he strode on through the dirt and debris that littered the tile floor. Trillian was reminded unavoidably of the London Underground, though it was less dragged Zaphod into one to have a look. Trillian followed. "Look," said Ford, "you reckon this is Magrathea ..." "Yeah," said Zaphod, "and we heard the voice, right?" "OK, so I've bought the fact that it's Magrathea - for the moment. What you have so far said thoroughly squalid. At intervals along the walls the tiles gave way to large mosaics - simple angular patterns in bright colours. Trillian stopped and studied one of them but could not interpret any sense in them. She called to Zaphod. "Hey, have you any idea what these strange symbols are?" "I think they're just strange symbols of some kind," said Zaphod, hardly glancing back. Trillian shrugged and hurried after him. >From time to time a doorway led either to the left or right into smallish chambers which Ford discovered to be full of equipment. He