Chap. 42.
The Earth has been pulverized. It was necessary in order to build an intergalactic bypass. In the end, it wasn't a great loss. Let's be honest, human beings are troublemakers, like Rob McKenna, a "bloody bastard."
Let's imagine Life, the Universe, and Everything, floating together with infinite Universes, with billions of planets that are over 99.9% uninhabitable, incomprehensible, and bizarre. Despite this, one can't help but believe that, somewhere, there exists a place similar to Earth, but with more evolved beings. We must not lose hope.
Someone, at this point, might raise an eyebrow like Spock and say: "What does this guy have to do with the book's plot?" Answer: "Absolutely nothing... maybe." Rob is the ultimate expert on rain. Rain is essential, otherwise, plants die, and the ecosystem goes to hell. Rob has cataloged 239 types of different rain, naturally, none of which he fancies, although the clouds love him and want to stay close.
Like 33 (light, stinging drizzle), and 39 (with a strong ticking). From 47 to 51 (from light, vertical rain to very slanted rain, with wind, to moderate, refreshing drizzle). 87 and 88 (two subtly different types of vertical torrential downpour), 100 (cold storm after downpour), 11 (droplets wind-driven). Between 192 and 213, all types of sea storm are included.
Tired of hearing about rain?
It will soon end! Not before pointing out that 17, "horrible rain," is the worst.
Chap. 42.
Now, let's reunite with the protagonist Ford Prefect, who is on another planet, recklessly causing trouble, risking his life at the Old Pink Dog Bar. It's not like being at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe tasting the gnaB giB. In possession of an American Express Card, he is trying to convince the bartender to close the tab, but such payment systems are not used there. The bill to be paid is hyperbolic. Naturally, he spent the whole day at the bar gulping down bubbly concoctions, treating everyone, including record label executives.
However, Ford has a secret weapon, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Moreover, he works for The Guide, even though they still have to pay him!
The Guide is a manual, rather a minicomputer, thin, flexible, and handy, equipped with an interface panel where it is possible to access an endless amount of information that must be perpetually updated to the ever-changing physiognomy of the Galaxy. Its influence is so great that the editors themselves had to devise a series of strict rules to prevent it from being used incorrectly.
Chap. 42.
Let’s not forget Arthur Dent. He is on Earth, 1437 light-years away, in not exactly balanced conditions.
After all, after having hitchhiked over one hundred thousand light-years of galaxy, who wouldn't be shaken? But wasn't Earth annihilated by the Vogons eight years ago? Evidently, something slipped through, but most importantly, humanity counts for nothing in the unexplored regions of the Universe. Indeed, someone knows something: "But who? The dolphins?" Don't ask why the number 42 appears repeatedly. Numbers are infinite, but they are all irrelevant except for 42. It's just the beginning of the (mis)adventures of our friends, including the robot Marvin. The rest will unveil itself by reading this hallucinated, unexpected, and visionary novel.
Chap. 42.
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