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May 17 - June 2, 2025
‘Did I do anything wrong today,’ he said, ‘or has the world always been like this and I’ve been too wrapped up in myself to notice?’
Only six people in the Galaxy knew that the job of the Galactic President was not to wield power but to attract attention away from it.
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‘Ah,’ said Arthur, ‘this is obviously some strange usage of the word safe that I wasn’t previously aware of.’
He wished that someone would come and tell him that it was all wrong so that he could shout at them and feel better.
I’ve just had an unhappy love affair, so I don’t see why anybody else should have a good time.
The simple truth is that interstellar distances will not fit into the human imagination.
‘Therefore we must be mad.’ ‘Nice day for it.’
Trillian had come to suspect that 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.
‘I think you ought to know I’m feeling very depressed,’ it said. Its voice was low and hopeless.
‘You hear enough about yourself as it is.’ ‘I’m very insecure. We know that.’ ‘Can we drop your ego for a moment? This is important.’ ‘If there’s anything more important than my ego around, I want it caught and shot now.’ Zaphod glared at her again, then laughed.
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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.
Far back in the mists of ancient time, in the great and glorious days of the former Galactic Empire, life was wild, rich and largely tax-free.
‘Hey, have you any idea what these strange symbols are?’ ‘I think they’re just strange symbols of some kind,’ said Zaphod, hardly glancing back.
Then it occurred to me that the way it seemed was that someone else was using my mind to have good ideas with, without telling me about it.
The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the ‘Star Spangled Banner’, but in fact the message was this: So long, and thanks for all the fish.
Whatever your tastes, Magrathea can cater for you. We are not proud.
‘You know,’ said Arthur thoughtfully, ‘all this explains a lot of things. All through my life I’ve had this strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in the world, something big, even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was.’ ‘No,’ said the old man, ‘that’s just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.’
we’re a couple of intelligent caring guys that you’d probably quite like if you met us socially! I don’t go around gratuitously shooting people and then bragging about it afterwards in seedy space-rangers’ bars, like some cops I could mention! I go around shooting people gratuitously and then I agonize about it afterwards for hours to my girlfriend!’
‘Because there are some things you have to do even if you are an enlightened liberal cop who knows all about sensitivity and everything!’