So Long, And Thanks For All The Fish

Hey, what happened with all that anyway?”

“Just life,” said Arthur, and plucked a beer from a six-pack.

“Oh, that again,” said Ford. “I thought it might be something like that. I prefer this stuff,

once you know what it is you want to be true, instinct is a very useful device for enabling you to know that it is.

They were not the same eyes with which he had last looked out at this particular scene, and the brain which interpreted the images the eyes resolved was not the same brain. There had been no surgery involved, just the continual wrenching of experience.

“Earth: Mostly harmless.”

Ford was walking north. He thought he was probably on his way to the spaceport, but he had thought that before. He knew he was going through that part of the city where people’s plans often changed quite abruptly.

This planet has – or rather had – a problem, which was this: most of the people on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time

Tips for aliens in New York:
Land anywhere, Central Park, anywhere. No one will care, or indeed even notice.

I always find is the nicest way of watching other people working.

“An architect friend of mine keeps on telling me how he can do wonderful things with this place,” said Fenchurch chattily as Arthur emerged through the floor. “He keeps on coming round, standing in stunned amazement muttering about space and objects and events and marvellous qualities of light, then says he needs a pencil and disappears for weeks. Wonderful things have, therefore, so far failed to happen to it.”

Renault drove by, and its driver made frantic and complex signals to the trudging figure to indicate that he would