"Life," he said, "is like a grapefruit."
"Er, how so?"
"Well, it's sort of orangy-yellow and dimpled on the
outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. It's got pips
inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for
breakfast."
"Is there anyone else out there I can talk to?"
-- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Related:
Ursa Minor Beta is, some say, one of the most appalling places in the known
Universe.
Although it is excruciatingly rich, horrifyingly sunny and more full of
wonderfully exciting people than a pomegranate is of pips, it can hardly be
insignificant that when a recent edition of "Playbeing" magazine Headlined
an article with the words "When you are tired of Ursa Minor Beta you are
tired of life," the suicide rate there quadrupled overnight....
The beach was a beach we shall not name, because his private house
was there but it was a small sandy stretch somewhere along the hundreds
of miles of coastline that runs west from Los Angeles, which is
described in the new edition of "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
in one entry as "junky, wunky, lunky, stunky, and what's that other
word, and all kinds of bad stuff, woo," and in another, written only
hours later as "being like several thousand square miles of American
Express junk mail, but without the same sense of moral depth....
