The Hitch Hiker's Guide has not been an opera. It has however been a tapestry, if you count a woven bath towel as a tapestry.

The last ever dolphin message was misinterpreted as a surprisingly sophisticated attempt to do a double-backwards-somersault through a hoop whilst whistling the 'Star Spangled Banner', but in fact the message was this: So long and thanks for all the fish.

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

I always thought something was fundamentally wrong with the universe

For a moment he felt good about this. A moment or two later he felt bad about feeling good about it. Then he felt good about feeling bad about feeling good about it and satisfied, drove on into the night.

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

Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?