Please call me Eddie if it will help you to relax.

These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent pandimensional beings.

Don't spin your wheels and stress. Take a deep breath, center yourself and make a plan.

Here, for whatever reason, is the world. And here it stays. With me on it.

A computer chatted to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.

Six pints of bitter, said Ford Prefect. And quickly please, the world's about to end.

'These things will become clear to you,' said the old man gently, 'at least,' he added with slight doubt in his voice, 'clearer than they are at the moment.'