On the delivery plate of the Nutri-Matic Drink Synthesizer was a small tray, on which say three bone china cups and saucers, a bone china jug of milk, a silver teapot full of the best tea Arthur had ever tasted and a small printed note saying "Wait.

You can't possibly be a scientist if you mind people thinking that you're a fool.

You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number.” “Er, five,” said the mattress. “Wrong,” said Marvin. “You see?

Just believe everything I tell you, and it will all be very, very simple.' Ah, well, I'm not sure I believe that.

Why should I want to make anything up? Life's bad enough as it is without wanting to invent any more of it.

Earth: mostly harmless

I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously.