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A towel, The Guide says, is about the most massively useful thing an
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interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value.
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You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons
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of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches
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of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it
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beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon;
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use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use
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in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes
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or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a
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mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it
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can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress
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signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be
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clean enough.
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