Funny, how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.
Deep in the fundamental heart of mind and Universe there is a reason.
In an infinite Universe anything can happen.
Marvin started his ironical humming again. Zaphod hit him and he shut up.
Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?
I really didn’t foresee the Internet. But then, neither did the computer industry. Not that that tells us very much of course – the computer industry didn’t even foresee that the century was going to end.
Mc Donalds he thought. There’s no longer any such thing as a Mc Donalds hamburger. He passed out. When he came around seconds later he found he was sobbing for his mother.
Here, for whatever reason, is the world. And here it stays. With me on it.
I’m up to here with cool, okay? I am so amazingly cool you could keep a side of meat in me for a month. I am so hip I have difficulty seeing over my pelvis.
Gordon Way’s astonishment at being suddenly shot dead was nothing compared to his astonishment at what happened next.
He turned slowly like a fridge door opening.
The longest and most destructive party ever held is now into its fourth generation and still no one shows any signs of leaving. Somebody did once look at his watch, but that was eleven years ago now, and there has been no follow up.
Fifteen years was a long time to be stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mind-boggingly dull as Earth.
There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.
There was one planet off in the seventh dimension that got used as a ball in a game of intergalactic bar billiards. Got potted straight into a black hole.
The Saab seethed off into the night. Arthur watched it go, as stunned as a man might be who, having believed himself to be totally blind for five years, suddenly discovers that he had merely been wearing too large a hat.
He actually caught himself saying things like “Yippee,” as he pranced ridiculously round the house.
To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.
This man is the bee’s knees, Arthur, he is the wasp’s nipples. He is, I would go so far as to say, the entire set of erogenous zones of every major flying insect of the Western world.
We’ll meet the meat.