I'm going to attempt to post on one of my favorite collections of books. It's a big job - it's a big set of books. The complete collection of Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. There are only two authors I can read over and over without any ill effects. One is Nick Hornby. The other is Douglas Adams. I can see that they are similar in certain ways. Yet nothing beats the droll poetry of Adams, the pure Englishness, and the visionary quality of his work. No TV or movie version does it justice, though the movie with Sam Rockwell was okay. The TV version, even though it was British, and even though Adams helped with it, just did not do it for me. Which just goes to show that we all come to a story differently.

So to start:

This planet has-or rather had-a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

- The Great Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,  1979