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Inhaltsverzeichnis:
1.Überschrift Blindtext: The Hitch Hikers
Guide to the Galaxy
2.Überschrift Blindtext
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end
of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded
yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a disctance of roughly ninety-two million miles
is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descende
life-forms are so amazingly primitve that they still think digital
watches are a pretty neat idea.
This planet has - or rather had - a problem which was this: most
of the peaople living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the
time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most
of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green
pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasnīt the
small green pieces of papers that were unhappy.
And so the problem remained; lots of the people werde mean,
and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.
Many were increasingly of the opinion that theyīd all made a
big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place.
And some said htat een the trees had been a bad move, and that
no one should ever have left hte ocieans.
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man
had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to
be nice to peaple for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a
small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was
that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew
how the world could be made a good an d happy place. This time
it was right, it would work, and no one have to get nailed to
anything.
Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone
about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe accurred, and the idea
was lost for ever.
This is not her story.
But it is the soroy of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some
of its consequences.
It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hikerīs
Guide to the Galaxy - not an Earth book, never published on Earth,
and until the terrible catastrophe accurred, never seen or even
heard of by any Eathman.
Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book
In fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come
out of the great publishing corporations of Ursa Minor- of which
no Earthman had ever heard either.
Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly
successful one - more pulular than the "Celestial Home Care Omnibus",
better selling than "Fifty-three More Things to do in Zero Gravity",
and more controversal than Oolon Celluphidīs triology of philosphical
blockbusters "Where God Went Wrong", "Some More of Godīs Greatest
Mistakes" and "Who ist the God Person Anyway?"
In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern
Rim of the Galaxy, te "Hitsch Hikerīs Guide" has already supplanted
the great "Encyclopaedia Galactica" as the standard repository
of all knowledge an d wisdom, for though it has many omissions
and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least widly inaccurate,
it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important
respects.
First, it is slightliy cheaper; and secondly it has the words
DONīT PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on itz cover.
But the story of theis terrible, stupid Thursday, the story
of its extraordinary consequences, and the story of how these
consequences are inextricably interwined with this remarkable
book begins very simple.
It begins with a house.
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