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April 18, 2016
seemed like a good opportunity to set the record straight—or at least firmly crooked.
If all these attempts fail, flag down a passing flying saucer and explain that it’s vitally important you get away before your phone bill arrives.
‘I hadn’t thought of that,’ and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.
One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced in her relationship with Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn’t be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him, pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually didn’t understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid.
Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor—at least no one worth speaking of.
Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.
the term “Future Perfect” has been abandoned since it was discovered not to be.
“Look at it this way,” Ford Prefect had said, “fruit and berries on strange planets either make you live or make you die. Therefore the point at which to start toying with them is when you’re going to die if you don’t. That way you stay ahead. The secret of healthy hitchhiking is to eat junk food.”
He wasn’t certain whether he had just got space-sickness or religion.
“Bistromathics,” he said, “the most powerful computational force known to parascience. Come to the room of Informational Illusions.”
sudden and gratuitous total existence failure.
“Or in my case,” he said, “half-mad. I’m a journalist.” “You mean,” said Arthur quietly, “that you are used to confronting the truth?” “No,” said the man with a puzzled frown, “I mean that I made an excuse and left early.” He collapsed into a coma from which he recovered only once and briefly. On
“Think of a number,” said the computer, “any number.” Arthur told the computer the telephone number of King’s Cross railway station passenger inquiries, on the grounds that it must have some function, and this might turn out to be it.
