Obviously Somebody Had Been Appallingly Incompetent And

Ford Prefect Suppressed A Little Giggle Of Evil Satisfaction, Realized That He Had No Reason To Suppress It, And Laughed Out Loud, A Wicked Laugh.

42 Is A Nice Number That You Can Take Home And Introduce To Your Family.

Shee, You Guys Are So Unhip It's A Wonder Your Bums Don't Fall Off.

Science Fiction That's Just About People Wandering Around In Space Ships Shooting Each Other With Ray Guns Is Very Dull. I Like It When It Enables You To Do Fairly Radical Reinterpretations Of Human Experience, Just To Show All The Different Interpretations That Can Be Put On Apparently Fairly Simple And Commonplace Events. That I Find Fun.

Driving A Porsche In London Is Like Bringing A Ming Vase To A Football Game.