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Blankets heavier than usual this morning. Escape seems unlikely. They've got me this time. Send coffee and some sort of breakfast pastry.

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Eddy's Sofa

"There!" said Ford, shooting out his arm; "there, behind that sofa!"
Arthur looked.
Much to his surprise, there was a velvet paisley-covered Chesterfield sofa in the field in front of them.
He boggled intelligently at it. Shrewd questions sprang into his mind.
"Why," he said, "is there a sofa in that field?"
"I told you!" shouted Ford, leaping to his feet. "Eddies in the space-time continuum!"
"And this is his sofa, is it?"