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Time is the worst place, so to speak, to get lost in, as Arthur Dent could testify, having been lost in both time and space a good deal. At last being lost in space kept you busy.

A magician wandered along the beach, but no one needed him.

Arthur lay in startled stillness on the acceleration couch. He wasn't certain whether he had just got space-sickness or religion.

"My doctor says that I have a malformed public-duty gland and a natural deficiency in moral fibre," he muttered to himself, "and that I am therefore excused from saving Universes."

Important facts from Galactic history, number two:
(Reproduced from the Siderial Daily Mentioner's Book of Popular Galactic History.)

Since this Galaxy began, vast civilizations have risen and fallen, risen and fallen, risen and fallen so often that it's quite tempting to think that life in the Galaxy must be
(a) something akin to seasick - space sick, time sick, history sick or some such thing, and
(b) stupid.

Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now here he was already chasing a sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.

Those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards.

Mange mennesker har prøvd, men de har endt opp med enten å se dumme ut, å bli veldig døde, eller gjerne litt begge deler.

"I thougt you must be dead..” he said simply. ”So did I for a while,” said Ford, “and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic”. Arthur cleard his throat, and then did it again. “Where,” he said, “did you…?”. ”Find a gin and tonic?” said Ford brightly. “I found a small lake that tought it was a gin and tonic, and jumped in and out of that. At least, I think it thought it was a gin and tonic. I may”, he added with a grin that would have sent sane men scampering into trees, “have been imagining it"

What on Krikkit are you talking about?