Panic induced panic is the worst there is - and as all panic breeds panic - it needs to be stopped way back at the begining before any iota of panic escapes. I for one have quite a laid back approach to many things, but when it comes down to panic - i'm completely against the whole idea... to me who ever invented it should be shot...! ![]() That is one of my reasons for loving the trilogy of four "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", actually loving anything by the same author - when i am asked if i could meet anyone living or dead my answer is always the same - the late late douglas adams - his books have basically change my life on a fundamentally minute level - but as i have to take into account certain moss gathering theories dreamt up by a well known butterfly... this small change effects my eveything.
With out the lighthearted serious universal joke of a random story, that reads exactly like bricks don't; i would very most probably nearly almost have turned out to be a very different ape, i may even actually have a digital watch! One of the things Ford Prefect had always found hardest to understand about humans was their habit of continuously stating and repeating the very very obvious, as in It's a nice day, or You're very tall, or Oh dear you seem to have fallen down a thirty-foot well, are you all right? In fact the story had effected me so much that i have a rather awkard habit of walking around in my dressing gown and laying down infront of lone construction equipment... |
[Arthur] You know, it's at times like this, when I'm trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space, that I really wish I'd listened to what my mother told me when I was young.
[Ford] Why, what did she tell you?
[Arthur] I don't know, I didn't listen.
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