“I’m afraid,” he said at last, “that the Question and the Answer are mutually exclusive. Knowledge of one logically precludes knowledge of the other. It is impossible that both can ever be known about the same Universe.”
Så det utsøkt fjompete plottet i fjerde bind bringer oss selvsagt ikke noe nærmere en forståelse av livet, universet og hele greia. Men vi får høre Marvins voggesanger, da, det er vel verdt å lese den bare for det.
Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won’t engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.
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