by Douglas Adams
How shall we begin?
This is the story of a book called The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxyâ€”not an Earth book, never published on Earth and, until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or even heard of by any Earthman. Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book.
This is the story of The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxy, a number-one best seller in England, a weekly radio series with millions of fanatic listeners, and soon to be a television spectacle on both sides of the Atlantic Ocean.
This is the story of Arthur Dent, who, secnds before Earth is demolished to make way for a galactic freeway, is plucked off the planet by his friend, Ford Prefect, who has been posing as an out-of-work actor for the last fifteen years but is really a researcher for the revised edition of The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxy. Together they begin a journey through the galaxy aided by quotes from The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxy, with the words donâ€™t panic written on the front. (â€œA towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have.â€)
In their travels they meet:
â€¢Zaphod Beeblebroxâ€”the two-headed, three-armed ex-hippie and totally out-to-lunch President of the Galaxy
â€¢Trillianâ€”Zaphodâ€™s girl friend, formerly Tricia McMillan, whom Arthur once tried to pick up at a cocktail party
â€¢Marvinâ€”a paranoid android, a brilliant but chronically depressed robot
â€¢Veet Voojagigâ€”former graduate student obsessed with the disappearance of all the ballpoint pens he bought over the years
To find the answers to these burning questions: Why are we born? Why do we die? And why do we spend so much time in between wearing digital watches? read The Hitchhikerâ€™s Guide to the Galaxy. But remember . . . donâ€™t panic, and donâ€™t forget to bring a towel.