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‘Resistance is useless!’ shouted the Vogon guard back at him. It was the first phrase he’d learnt when he joined the Vogon Guard Corps.
‘Why, what did she tell you?’ ‘I don’t know, I didn’t listen.’
This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.
Somewhere in the deeply remote past it seriously traumatized a small random group of atoms drifting through the empty sterility of space and made them cling together in the most extraordinarily unlikely patterns.
It startled him even more when just after he was awarded the Galactic Institute’s Prize for Extreme Cleverness he got lynched by a rampaging mob of respectable physicists who had finally realized that the one thing they really couldn’t stand was a smartass.
the main reason why he had had such a wild and successful life was that he never really understood the significance of anything he did.
When you’re cruising down the road in the fast lane and you lazily sail past a few hard-driving cars and are feeling pretty pleased with yourself and then accidentally change down from fourth to first instead of third thus making your engine leap out of your bonnet in a rather ugly mess, it tends to throw you off your stride in much the same way that this remark threw Ford Prefect off his.
was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor – at least no one worth speaking of.
