So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

by Douglas Adams

The Galaxy is a rapidly changing place. There is, frankly, so much of it, every bit of which is continually on the move, continually changing. A bit of a nightmare, you might think, for a scrupulous and conscientious editor diligently striving to keep this massively detailed and complex electronic tome abreast of all the changing circumstances and conditions that the Galaxy throws up every minute of every hour of every day, and you would be wrong. Where you would be wrong would be in failing to realize that the editor, like all the editors the Guide has ever had, has no real grasp of the meanings of the words ‘scrupulous’, ‘conscientious’ or ‘diligent’, and tends to get his nightmares through a straw. Entries tend to get updated or not across the Sub-Etha Net according to if they read good. Take for example, the case of Brequinda in the Foth of Avalars, famed in myth, legend and stultifyingly dull tri-D mini-serieses as home of the magnificent and magical Fuolornis Fire Dragon. In Ancient days, before the Advent of the Sorth of Bragadox, when Fragilis sang and Saxaquine of the Quenelux held sway, when the air was sweet and the nights fragrant, but everyone somehow managed to be, or so they claimed, though how on earth they could have thought that anyone was even remotely likely to believe such a preposterous claim what with all the sweet air and fragrant nights and whatnot is anyone’s guess, virgins, it was not possible to heave a brick on Brequinda in the Foth of Avalars ...