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“...just because you see something, it doesn’t mean to say it’s there. And if you don’t see something, it doesn’t mean to say it’s not there. It’s only what your senses bring to your attention.”
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“What was the Sherlock Holmes principle? ‘Once you have discounted the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ ”
“I reject that entirely,” said Dirk sharply. “The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbably lacks. How often have you been presented with an apparently rational explanation of something that works in all respects other than one, which is that it is hopelessly improbable?...The first idea merely supposes that there is something we don’t know about, and...there are enough of those. The second, however, runs contrary to something fundamental and human which we do know about. We should therefore be very suspicious of it and all its specious rationality.”
― The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
“I reject that entirely,” said Dirk sharply. “The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbably lacks. How often have you been presented with an apparently rational explanation of something that works in all respects other than one, which is that it is hopelessly improbable?...The first idea merely supposes that there is something we don’t know about, and...there are enough of those. The second, however, runs contrary to something fundamental and human which we do know about. We should therefore be very suspicious of it and all its specious rationality.”
― The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
“Um imenso animal leiteiro aproximou-se da mesa de Zaphod Beeblebrox. Era um enorme e gordo quadrúpede do tipo bovino, com olhos grandes e protuberantes, chifres pequenos e um sorriso nos lábios que era quase simpático.
– Boa noite – abaixou-se e sentou-se pesadamente sobre suas ancas –, sou o Prato do Dia. Posso sugerir-lhes algumas partes do meu corpo? – Grunhiu um pouco, remexeu seus quartos traseiros buscando uma posição mais confortável e olhou pacificamente para eles.
Seu olhar se deparou com olhares de total perplexidade de Arthur e Trillian, uma certa indiferença de Ford Prefect e a fome desesperada de Zaphod Beeblebrox.
– Alguma parte do meu ombro, talvez? – sugeriu o animal. – Um guisado com molho de vinho branco?
– Ahn, do seu ombro? – disse Arthur, sussurrando horrorizado.
– Naturalmente que é do meu ombro, senhor – mugiu o animal, satisfeito –, só tenho o meu para oferecer.
Zaphod levantou-se de um salto e pôs-se a apalpar e sentir os ombros do animal, apreciando.
– Ou a alcatra, que também é muito boa – murmurou o animal. – Tenho feito exercícios e comido cereais, de forma que há bastante carne boa ali. – Deu um grunhido brando e começou a ruminar. Engoliu mais uma vez o bolo alimentar. – Ou um ensopado de mim, quem sabe? – acrescentou.
– Você quer dizer que este animal realmente quer que a gente o coma? – cochichou Trillian para Ford.
– Eu? – disse Ford com um olhar vidrado. – Eu não quero dizer nada.
– Isso é absolutamente horrível – exclamou Arthur -, a coisa mais repugnante que já ouvi.
– Qual é o problema, terráqueo? – disse Zaphod, que agora observava atentamente o enorme traseiro do animal.
– Eu simplesmente não quero comer um animal que está na minha frente se oferecendo para ser morto – disse Arthur. – É cruel!
– Melhor do que comer um animal que não deseja ser comido – disse Zaphod.
– Não é essa a questão – protestou Arthur. Depois pensou um pouco mais a respeito. – Está bem – disse –, talvez essa seja a questão. Não me importa, não vou pensar nisso agora. Eu só... ahn...
O Universo enfurecia-se em espasmos mortais.
– Acho que vou pedir uma salada – murmurou.
– Posso sugerir que o senhor pense na hipótese de comer meu fígado? Deve estar saboroso e macio agora, eu mesmo tenho me mantido em alimentação forçada há meses.
– Uma salada verde – disse Arthur, decididamente.
– Uma salada? – disse o animal, lançando um olhar de recriminação para ele.
– Você vai me dizer – disse Arthur – que eu não deveria comer uma salada?
– Bem – disse o animal –, conheço muitos legumes que têm um ponto de vista muito forte a esse respeito. E é por isso, aliás, que por fim decidiram resolver de uma vez por todas essa questão complexa e criaram um animal que realmente quisesse ser comido e que fosse capaz de dizê-lo em alto e bom tom. Aqui estou eu!
Conseguiu inclinar-se ligeiramente, fazendo uma leve saudação.
– Um copo d’água, por favor – disse Arthur.
– Olha – disse Zaphod –, nós queremos comer, não queremos uma discussão. Quatro filés malpassados, e depressa. Faz 576 bilhões de anos que não comemos.
O animal levantou-se. Deu um grunhido brando.
– Uma escolha muito acertada, senhor, se me permite. Muito bem – disse –, agora é só eu sair e me matar.
Voltou-se para Arthur e deu uma piscadela amigável.
– Não se preocupe, senhor, farei isso com bastante humanidade.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
– Boa noite – abaixou-se e sentou-se pesadamente sobre suas ancas –, sou o Prato do Dia. Posso sugerir-lhes algumas partes do meu corpo? – Grunhiu um pouco, remexeu seus quartos traseiros buscando uma posição mais confortável e olhou pacificamente para eles.
Seu olhar se deparou com olhares de total perplexidade de Arthur e Trillian, uma certa indiferença de Ford Prefect e a fome desesperada de Zaphod Beeblebrox.
– Alguma parte do meu ombro, talvez? – sugeriu o animal. – Um guisado com molho de vinho branco?
– Ahn, do seu ombro? – disse Arthur, sussurrando horrorizado.
– Naturalmente que é do meu ombro, senhor – mugiu o animal, satisfeito –, só tenho o meu para oferecer.
Zaphod levantou-se de um salto e pôs-se a apalpar e sentir os ombros do animal, apreciando.
– Ou a alcatra, que também é muito boa – murmurou o animal. – Tenho feito exercícios e comido cereais, de forma que há bastante carne boa ali. – Deu um grunhido brando e começou a ruminar. Engoliu mais uma vez o bolo alimentar. – Ou um ensopado de mim, quem sabe? – acrescentou.
– Você quer dizer que este animal realmente quer que a gente o coma? – cochichou Trillian para Ford.
– Eu? – disse Ford com um olhar vidrado. – Eu não quero dizer nada.
– Isso é absolutamente horrível – exclamou Arthur -, a coisa mais repugnante que já ouvi.
– Qual é o problema, terráqueo? – disse Zaphod, que agora observava atentamente o enorme traseiro do animal.
– Eu simplesmente não quero comer um animal que está na minha frente se oferecendo para ser morto – disse Arthur. – É cruel!
– Melhor do que comer um animal que não deseja ser comido – disse Zaphod.
– Não é essa a questão – protestou Arthur. Depois pensou um pouco mais a respeito. – Está bem – disse –, talvez essa seja a questão. Não me importa, não vou pensar nisso agora. Eu só... ahn...
O Universo enfurecia-se em espasmos mortais.
– Acho que vou pedir uma salada – murmurou.
– Posso sugerir que o senhor pense na hipótese de comer meu fígado? Deve estar saboroso e macio agora, eu mesmo tenho me mantido em alimentação forçada há meses.
– Uma salada verde – disse Arthur, decididamente.
– Uma salada? – disse o animal, lançando um olhar de recriminação para ele.
– Você vai me dizer – disse Arthur – que eu não deveria comer uma salada?
– Bem – disse o animal –, conheço muitos legumes que têm um ponto de vista muito forte a esse respeito. E é por isso, aliás, que por fim decidiram resolver de uma vez por todas essa questão complexa e criaram um animal que realmente quisesse ser comido e que fosse capaz de dizê-lo em alto e bom tom. Aqui estou eu!
Conseguiu inclinar-se ligeiramente, fazendo uma leve saudação.
– Um copo d’água, por favor – disse Arthur.
– Olha – disse Zaphod –, nós queremos comer, não queremos uma discussão. Quatro filés malpassados, e depressa. Faz 576 bilhões de anos que não comemos.
O animal levantou-se. Deu um grunhido brando.
– Uma escolha muito acertada, senhor, se me permite. Muito bem – disse –, agora é só eu sair e me matar.
Voltou-se para Arthur e deu uma piscadela amigável.
– Não se preocupe, senhor, farei isso com bastante humanidade.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“I hate that door," continued Marvin. "I'm not getting you down at all, am I?”
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“computer chattered to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because reason was in fact out to lunch.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“All I wanted to say,” bellowed the computer, “is that my circuits are now irrevocably committed to calculating the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.” He paused and satisfied himself that he now had everyone’s attention, before continuing more quietly. “But the program will take me a little while to run.”
Fook glanced impatiently at his watch.
“How long?” he said.
“Seven and a half million years,” said Deep Thought.
Lunkwill and Fook blinked at each other.
“Seven and a half million years!” they cried in chorus.
“Yes,” declaimed Deep Thought, “I said I’d have to think about it, didn’t I? And it occurs to me that running a program like this is bound to create an enormous amount of popular publicity for the whole are of philosophy in general. Everyone’s going to have their own theories about what answer I’m eventually going to come up with, and who better, to capitalize on that media market than you yourselves? So long as you can keep disagreeing with each other violently enough and maligning each other in the popular press, and so long as you have clever agents, you can keep yourselves on the gravy train for life. How does that sound?”
The two philosophers gaped at him.
“Bloody hell,” said Majikthise, “now that is what I call thinking. Here, Vroomfondel, why do we never think of things like that?”
“Dunno,” said Vroomfondel in an awed whisper; “think our brains must be too highly trained, Majikthise.”
So saying, they turned on their heels and walked out of the door and into a life-style beyond their wildest dreams.”
― The Complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Boxset: Guide to the Galaxy / The Restaurant at the End of the Universe / Life, the Universe and ... and Thanks for all the Fish / Mostly Harmless
Fook glanced impatiently at his watch.
“How long?” he said.
“Seven and a half million years,” said Deep Thought.
Lunkwill and Fook blinked at each other.
“Seven and a half million years!” they cried in chorus.
“Yes,” declaimed Deep Thought, “I said I’d have to think about it, didn’t I? And it occurs to me that running a program like this is bound to create an enormous amount of popular publicity for the whole are of philosophy in general. Everyone’s going to have their own theories about what answer I’m eventually going to come up with, and who better, to capitalize on that media market than you yourselves? So long as you can keep disagreeing with each other violently enough and maligning each other in the popular press, and so long as you have clever agents, you can keep yourselves on the gravy train for life. How does that sound?”
The two philosophers gaped at him.
“Bloody hell,” said Majikthise, “now that is what I call thinking. Here, Vroomfondel, why do we never think of things like that?”
“Dunno,” said Vroomfondel in an awed whisper; “think our brains must be too highly trained, Majikthise.”
So saying, they turned on their heels and walked out of the door and into a life-style beyond their wildest dreams.”
― The Complete Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Boxset: Guide to the Galaxy / The Restaurant at the End of the Universe / Life, the Universe and ... and Thanks for all the Fish / Mostly Harmless
“He recalls a lot of family worry about what he was going to do, and while he still sent in the occasional sketch to radio shows, he acknowledges that his confidence was extremely low. Despite his subsequent success and wealth, this propensity for a lack of confidence has continued.
“I have terrible periods of lack of confidence,” he explains. “I just don’t believe I can do it and no evidence to the contrary will sway me from that view. I briefly did therapy, but after a while I realised it is just like a farmer complaining about the weather. You can’t fix the weather—you just have to get on with it.”
So has that approach helped him? “Not necessarily,” he shrugs.”
― The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
“I have terrible periods of lack of confidence,” he explains. “I just don’t believe I can do it and no evidence to the contrary will sway me from that view. I briefly did therapy, but after a while I realised it is just like a farmer complaining about the weather. You can’t fix the weather—you just have to get on with it.”
So has that approach helped him? “Not necessarily,” he shrugs.”
― The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time
“Even light, which travels so fast that it takes most races thousands of years to realize that it travels at all, takes time to journey between the stars.”
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“A beach house,” he said, “doesn’t even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate,” he went on, “at boundary conditions.” “Really?” said Arthur. “Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“I’ve come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies: 1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works. 2. Anything that’s invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it. 3. Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things.”
― The Salmon of Doubt
― The Salmon of Doubt
“Now logic is a wonderful thing but it has, as the process of evolution discovered, certain drawbacks. Anything that thinks logically can be fooled by something else which thinks at least as logically as it does.”
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“According to the legends,” he said, “the Magratheans lived most of their lives underground.” “Why’s that?” said Arthur. “Did the surface become too polluted or overpopulated?” “No, I don’t think so,” said Zaphod. “I think they just didn’t like it very much.”
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“Ford handed the book to Arthur. “What is it?” asked Arthur. “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It’s a sort of electronic book. It tells you everything you need to know about anything. That’s its job.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“The only place they registered at all was on a small black device called a Sub-Etha Sens-O-Matic which winked away quietly to itself. It nestled in the darkness inside a leather satchel which Ford Prefect habitually wore slung around his neck.”
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“When one day an expedition was sent to the spatial coordinates that Voojagig had claimed for the planet they discovered only a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.”
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“He knew where his towel was.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“Hay una teoría que afirma que si alguien descubriera lo que es exactamente el universo y el porqué de su existencia, desaparecería al instante y sería sustituido por algo aún más extraño e inexplicable.
Hay otra teoría que afirma que eso ya ha ocurrido”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Hay otra teoría que afirma que eso ya ha ocurrido”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“She had a look at herself in the mirror in the elevator lobby while she was waiting. She looked cool and in charge, and if she could fool herself she could fool anybody.”
― Mostly Harmless
― Mostly Harmless
“I think this ship's brand new," said Ford. "How can you tell?" asked Arthur. "Have you got some exotic device for measuring the age of metal?" "No, I just found this sales brochure lying on floor”
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“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?’ ‘Oh yes,’ said Ford with a shrug, ‘of course.’ ‘But,’ said Arthur, going for the big one again, ‘why?’ ‘Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,’ said Ford, ‘the wrong lizard might get in.”
― So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
― So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish
“My wife kept wheat germ in ours,” resumed Wonko, with some new tone in his voice, “until last night.…” “What,” said Arthur slowly and hushedly, “happened last night?” “We ran out of wheat germ,” said Wonko, evenly. “My wife,” he added, “has gone to get some more.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“He pulled himself up short. He believed in a door. He must find that door. The door was the way to . . . to . . . The Door was The Way. Good. Capital letters were always the best way of dealing with things you didn’t have a good answer to. Brusquely”
― Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Box Set: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
― Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency Box Set: Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency and The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
“Trillian had come to suspect that the main reason he had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did. “Zaphod,” she said patiently,”
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.” “I did,” said Ford. “It is.” “So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t the people get rid of the lizards?” “It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.” “You mean they actually vote for the lizards?” “Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.” “But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?” “Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in.”
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“Es gibt eine Theorie, die besagt, wenn jemals irgendwer genau herausfindet, wozu das Universum da ist und warum es da ist, dann verschwindet es und wird durch etwas noch Bizarreres und Unbegreiflicheres ersetzt.
Es gibt eine andere Theorie nach der das schon passiert ist.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Es gibt eine andere Theorie nach der das schon passiert ist.”
― The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
“What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still know where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with”
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continually stating and repeating the very very obvious...If humans don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favor of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.”
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
“It's easy to think that as a result of the extinction of the dodo we are now sadder and wiser, but there's a lot of evidence to suggest that we are merely sadder and better informed.”
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“At intervals along the walls the tiles gave way to large mosaics—simple angular patterns in bright colors. 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.”
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
― The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
“BOTOLPHS (pl.n) Huge benign tumours which archdeacons and old chemistry teachers affect to wear on the sides of their noses.”
― The Deeper Meaning of Liff: A Dictionary of Things There Aren't Any Words for Yet--But There Ought to Be
― The Deeper Meaning of Liff: A Dictionary of Things There Aren't Any Words for Yet--But There Ought to Be





