Extracts from the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy

p.15
There was a mood of immense excitement thrilling through all of them. Together and between them they
had gone to and beyond the furthest limits of physical laws, restructured the fundamental fabric of matter,
strained, twisted and broken the laws of possibility and impossibility, but still the greatest excitement of
all seemed to be to meet a man with an orange sash round his neck. (An orange sash was what the
President of the Galaxy traditionally wore.) It might not even have made much difference to them if they'd
known exactly how much power the President of the Galaxy actually wielded: none at all. Only six people
in the Galaxy knew that the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention
away from it.
Zaphod Beeblebrox was amazingly good at his job.

pag 15 - zaphod
The robot camera homed in for a close up on the more popular of his two heads and he waved again.
He was roughly humanoid in appearance except for the extra head and third arm. His fair tousled hair
stuck out in random directions, his blue eyes glinted with something completely unidentifiable, and his
chins were almost always unshaven.

pag 16- trillian
Zaphod Beeblebrox would not be needing his set speech and he gently deflected the one being offered
him by the spider.
"Hi," he said again.
Everyone beamed at him, or, at least, nearly everyone. He singled out Trillian from the crowd. Trillian was
a gird that Zaphod had picked up recently whilst visiting a planet, just for fun, incognito. She was slim,
darkish, humanoid, with long waves of black hair, a full mouth, an odd little nob of a nose and
ridiculously brown eyes. With her red head scarf knotted in that particular way and her long flowing silky
brown dress she looked vaguely Arabic. Not that anyone there had ever heard of an Arab of course. The
Arabs had very recently ceased to exist, and even when they had existed they were five hundred thousand
light years...