7 — Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy/Douglas Adams
“I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
Remember that time that I just skipped book #7. I just realized it.
“Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so.”
I love Douglas Adams. I once took an online test that analyzed my writing style and compared it to a classicist, and my writing style was most similar to that of Douglas Adams. Oh, Douglas. What a hilarious story. What concepts. What creativity. If one day a real person compares my writing to Douglas Adams (preferably the New York Times book reviewer in a sentence like “Mock’s timeless works will make her the Douglas Adams of her generation”), then my life will be complete.
“As soon as Mr. Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it.”
The dry British humor and the frankness of everything juxtaposed with the outright silliness that is our mundane lives and our place in the universe had me waxing between sarcastic nihilism and blissful hope. Especially as a young person, this book has a lot to say on the stark divide between the seriousness of our dreams the mediocrity of our daily grinds. Biggest take away? DON’T PANIC.
“…any man who can hitch the entire length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still know where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.”
Aural: of or relating to the ear or hearing (that’s embarrassing for me)
Messianic: fervent or passionate.
“My aunt said that spaceship guard was a good career for a young Vogon — you know, the uniform, the low-slung stun-ray holster, the mindless tedium…”
In the end, we are all Vogons.
“Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was, Oh no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew exactly why the bowl of petunias had though that we would know a lot more about the nature of the universe than we do now.”
11 — Chaos/Jame Gleick