lotesse: (Arthur Dent)
Courtesy of Douglas Adams, "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish":

'On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards role the people."

"Odd," said Arthur, "I thought you said it was a democracy."

"I did," said Ford. "It is."

"So," said Arthur, hoping he wasn't sounding ridiculously obtuse, "why don't people get rid of the lizards?"

"It honestly doesn't occur to them," said Ford. "They've all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they've voted in more or less approximates to the government they want."

"You mean they actually vote for the lizards?"

"Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course."

"But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?"

"Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?"'


26 Jan 2006 11:27 am
lotesse: (Arthur Dent)
I was lying in bed obscenely early this morning, trying to go back to sleep with the aid of an audiorecording of Douglas Adam's posthumos "Salmon of Doubt." While listening to the part about the sub bug--for the uninitiated, Adams took a one-person sub bug that sort of puls you along underwater to Hayman Island, Australia to do a comparative test drive between it and a manta ray--I had the oddest thought. He was talking about how the island resort is a major destination for Japanese newlyweds on their honeymoon, and my brain started spinning out this extreme weirdness where Inuyasha and Kagome finally get together and go to Hayman Island and meet Douglas Adams.

If Inuyasha and Douglas Adams met in a bar, what on earth would they say? Would they go scuba-diving together? Would Inuyasha ride the sub bug? Would Kagome have read the Hitchhiker books?

My brain is weird when sick and sleepless.
lotesse: (Inu/Kag)
I don't know that I've ever read a book that hurts as much as Douglas Adams' Mostly Harmless. The pain of that book is like the deep ache you get in your chest when you're beyond crying and it just makes me want to scream and throw things and somehow find a way to make it all better.

I'm an Arthur Dent girl, and to watch him through this final volume is agonizing. He's lost Fenchurch, he's alone, he's stranded, he's crippled, he really really wants to be able to work things out with Random, and he's still so cheerful. So hopeless, but willing to just sort of blunder on, alone and limping, finding his simple joys where he can. The sandwiches alone are enough to make me break down and weep.

There's something amazingly awful about the disappearance of Fenchurch. Fish is my favorite book, largely because of her. Beyond the fact that she's just generally wonderful, there's something essentail hopeful about her romance with Arthur. The idea that no matter how utterly bewildered you are by life, how out-of-place you feel in the universe, there's someone for you. Someone who belongs with you, who loves you, who understands you in an instant better than you've ever understood yourself. Someone who makes everything else okay because you have them and that's all that matters. For Arthur to have that is wonderful, because he would never think that he would.

And for her to just vanish like that, to just be gone and never come back, completely dashes that hope, denies that it exists. There may be someone for you, but it'll never work out. Not everybody gets to be happy. And people will just leave you and not come back.

And when you crash and burn nobody will come for you, and you'll have to deal with crippling injuries by youself, because no one cares and love doesn't last.

It just bloody breaks my heart.
lotesse: (Default)
I love Douglas Adams so much.

And iTunes music sharing.

These statements actually are connected, as I have found one exemplary individual on the campus network who has all of Adams' work on audiobook as read by the author. And I am in love.

I also have fierce "Sleepy Hollow" cravings because, the Deppness? Soooo good.

daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin


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