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Everything was ready, everything was prepared. He knew where his towel was

...the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal, a mindbogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if it you can't see it, it can't see you

It is difficult to say exactly what the people on the surface of the planet were doing now, because they didn't really know what they were doing themselves. None of it made a lot of sense - running into houses, running out of houses, howling noiselessly at the noise

I don't know, apathetic bloody planet, I've no sympathy at all.

Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?

Mr L Prosser was, as they say, only human. In other words he was a carbon-based bipedal life form descended from an ape. More specifically he was forty, fat and shabby, and worked for the local council. Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan, though intervening generations and racial mixing had so juggled his genes that he had no discernible Mongoloid characteristics, and the only vestiges left in Mr L Prosser of his mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats.

All the doors in this spaceship have a cheerful and sunny disposition. It is their pleasure to open for you, and their satisfaction to close again with the knowledge of a job well done.

"Space", it says, "is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly hugely mindboggingly big it is. I mean you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space. Listen..."

He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it.

The big ships hung in the air, just like a brick don´t.