Last Chance to See

by Douglas Adams

Slow incomprehension engulged him, followed by sadness, anger, deep frustration, and a sense that the world had been created specifically to cause him vexation. He leaned back against the wall, frowned, closed his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

For much of the time we were tramping through wet fields of sago, and a foolish but happy thought suddenly occurred to me. We were walking through the only known anagram of my name—which is Sago Mud Salad. I speculated footlingly as to what possible cosmic significance there could be to this, and