I decided to make some Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy wallpapers inspired by the “Don’t Panic” one I uploaded before. This one is based on the second novel.
‘Do you have a good sofa?’ he enquired.
‘Well, yes.’ Richard laughed. He was cheered by the silliness of the question.
‘Oh,’ said Reg solemnly. ‘Well, I wish you’d tell me where you got it. I have endless trouble with them, quite endless. Never found a comfortable one in all my life. How do you find yours?’ He encountered, with a slight air of surprise, a small silver tray he had left out with a decanter of port and three glasses.
‘Well, it’s odd you should ask that,’ said Richard. ‘I’ve never sat on it.’
‘Very wise,’ insisted Reg earnestly, ‘very, very wise.’ He went through a palaver similar to his previous one with his coat and hat.
‘Not that I wouldn’t like to,’ said Richard. ‘It’s just that it’s stuck halfway up a long flight of stairs which leads up into my flat. As far as I can make it out, the delivery men got it part way up the stairs, got it stuck, turned it around any way they could, couldn’t get it any further, and then found, curiously enough, that they couldn’t get it back down again. Now, that should be impossible.’
‘Odd,’ agreed Reg. ‘I’ve certainly never come across any irreversible mathematics involving sofas. Could be a new field. Have you spoken to any spatial geometricians?’
Douglas Adams - Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
“Yes, it is,” said the Professor. “Wait-” he motioned to Richard, who was about to go out again and investigate- “let it be. It won’t be long.”
Richard stared in disbelief. “You say there’s a horse in your bathroom, and all you can do is stand there naming Beatles songs?”
The Professor stared blankly at him.
“Listen,” he said, “I’m sorry if I… alarmed you earlier, it was just a slight turn. These things happen, my dear fellow, don’t be upset about it. Dear me, I’ve known odder things in my time. Many of them. Far odder. She’s only a horse, for heaven’s sake. I’ll go around and let her out later. Please don’t concern yourself. Let us revive our spirits with some port.”
“But… how did it get in there?”
“Well, the bathroom window’s open. I expect she came in through that.”
Richard looked at him, not for the first and certainly not the last time, through eyes that were narrowed with suspicion.
“You’re doing it deliberately, aren’t you?” he said.
— | Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency, by Douglas Adams (via birdsandstuff) |
It was much like an ordinary pocket calculator, except that the LCD screen was a little larger than usual, in order to accommodate the abridged judgments of King Wen on each of the sixty-four hexagrams, and also the commentaries of his son, the Duke of Chou, on each of the lines of the hexagram. These were unusual texts to see marching across the display of a pocket calculator, particularly as they had been translated from the Chinese via the Japanese and seemed to have enjoyed many adventures on the way.
The device also functioned as an ordinary calculator, but only to a limited degree. It could handle any calculation which returned an answer of anything up to “4”.
“1 + 1” it could manage (“2”), and “1 + 2” (“3”) and “2 + 2” (“4”) or “tan 74” (“3.4874145”), but anything above “4” it represented merely as “A Suffusion of Yellow”. Dirk was not certain if this was a programming error or an insight beyond his ability to fathom, but he was crazy about it anyway, enough to hand over £20 of ready cash for the thing.
— | Douglas Adams - The Long Dark Tea Time Of The Soul |
Doctor Who: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Daleks
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— | Douglas Adams |
— | Douglas Adams |