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an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch and a pair of rubber bands.
The merry smiles he used to wear at other people’s funerals
Angst in Space
the failure of all his attempts at horticulture,
and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic.’
The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground
‘I have been listening,’ said Arthur, ‘but I’m not sure it’s helped.’
Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.
Apparently not. And no one was able to get a very detailed description from him, so only the most perfunctory search was made.
so it is now realized that numbers are not absolute, but depend on the observer’s movement in restaurants.
the given time of arrival is the one moment of time at which it is impossible that any member of the party will arrive.
the Somebody Else’s Problem field.
A forest was discovered recently in which most of the trees grew ratchet screwdrivers as fruit.
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He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right.
and sent a third drink down to see why the second hadn’t yet reported on the condition of the first.
and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.
😂 description of all judges?
‘So why a whelk particularly?’
We can’t win against obsession. They care, we don’t. They win.’
‘And I still can’t see the connection,’ said Arthur, ‘with whelks.’
‘You turned my skin into a bag for keeping interesting stones in. I happen to know that because in my next life I came back as a fly again and you swatted me. Again. Only this time you swatted me with the bag you’d made of my previous skin.
Wherever he touched himself, he encountered a pain. After a short while he worked out that this was because it was his hand that was hurting.
‘I beg your minuscule pardon?’ roared Thor.
‘Now the world has gone to bed,’ Marvin droned, ‘Darkness won’t engulf my head, ‘I can see by infra-red, ‘How I hate the night.’
‘Have I failed? Failure doesn’t bother me.’
No,’ said the man with a puzzled frown. ‘I mean that I made an excuse and left early.’
Oh, for Heaven’s sake,’ said Prak and died testily.
