hold of his fur hat and rolled it fitfully round the top of his head.
He knew where his towel was.
There was a mood of immense excitement thrilling through all of them.
Together and between them they had gone to and beyond the furthest limits
of physical laws, restructured the fundamental fabric of matter, strained,
twisted and broken the laws of possibility and impossibility, but stil
the greatest excitement of all seemed to be to meet a man with an orange sash round his neck.
A thoroughly ridiculous form of transport, but a thoroughly beautiful one.
His dark green rubbery skin was thick enough for him to play the game of
Vogon Civil Service politics, and play it well,
"That is really amazing," he said. "That really is truly amazing. That
is so amazingly amazing I think I'd like to steal it."
when the first rays of the bright young Vogsol sun had shone across them
that morning, it was as if the forces of evolution ad simply given up on
them there and then, had turned aside in disgust and written them off as
an ugly and unfortunate mistake.
If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths
probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he
abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on
exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working.
Arthur began to feel that Ford was enjoying making life difficult for him.
Ford frowned to himself and seemed to roll the thought around his mind.
I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time.
"The argument goes something like this: `I refuse to prove that I exist,'
says God, `for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.
"Resistance is useless!"
for no apparent reason. This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.
In one corner a robot sat humped, its gleaming brushed steel head hanging
loosely between its gleaming brushed steel knees.
Trillian had come to suspect that the main reason why he had had such a
wild and successful life that he never really understood the significance
of anything he did.
"Life," said Marvin, "don't talk to me about life."
One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced in her relationship
with Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be
stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because
he couldn't be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him,
pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually
didn't understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid.