He shifted his weight from foot to foot, but it was equally uncomfortable on each.

Very deep. You should send that in to the Reader's Digest. They've got a page for people like you.

To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem.

One of the problems, and it's one which is obviously going to get worse, is that all the people at the party are either the children or the grandchildren or the great-grandchildren of the people who wouldn't leave in the first place, and because of all the business about selective breeding and regressive genes and so on, it means that all the people now at the party are either absolutely fanatical partygoers, or gibbering idiots, or, more and more frequently, both.

I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

Ah, this is obviously some strange usage of the word 'safe' that I wasn't previously aware of.

Was there a reason behind it? There would be no point in asking Zaphod, he never appeared to have a reason for anything he did at all: he had turned unfathomability into an art form. He attacked everything in life with a mixture of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence and it was often difficult to tell which was which.