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@NickEast_IndieWriter @reading @bookstodon @books @humor@fedigroups.social @humor@lemmy.world @aiop @joinin In the beginning, there was nothing. Then it exploded.

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't

[...] a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.

For those who don't know: this is the beginning of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Restaurant at the of the universe

"It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water."

This is actually the opening to The Restaurant at the End of the Universe which is the 2nd book in the series

Oh shit, you're absolutely right. Well, time to read the series again

It’s the second of the four in the trilogy.

5 por 6, depending on your stance on Another Thing

As good of an excuse as any

A bazillion tags and not one of them mentions the actual book.

Thanks for this :)

7, 8 or 9 if you consider the hobbits journey to mt doom part of the tale, as you should.

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I couldn't finish Another Thing, is there a connection there I'm missing?

Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy?

"The Guide says there is an art to flying, or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."

No, it’s AI generated

"Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison."

“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.”

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.”