A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble‐sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand‐to‐hand‐combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough."
" "I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed," Marvin said."
" "Life," said Marvin dolefully, "loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it." "
"The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly
sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop
whilst whistling the 'Star Spangled Banner', but in fact the message
was this: So long and thanks for all the fish."
"The chances of finding out what's really going on in the universe are
so remote, the only thing to do is hang the sense of it and keep
yourself occupied"
" "Simple. I got very bored and depressed, so I went and plugged myself in
to its external computer feed. I talked to the computer at great length
and explained my view of the Universe to it," said Marvin.
"And what happened?" pressed Ford.
"It committed suicide," said Marvin."
"And what happened?" pressed Ford.
"It committed suicide," said Marvin."
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