Sicher gibt es jetzt einige, die sich auf dem Boden wälzen vor Lachen, für die anderen muss ich weiter ausholen:
42 ist die Antwort auf die ultimative Frage - nach dem Leben, dem Universum und dem ganzen Rest - unvergleichlich dargestellt in der 5-bändigen science-fiction Trilogie:
The Hitchhiker´s Guide to the Galaxy von Douglas Adams.
Um an ihn zu erinnern, soll man heute überall wo man hingeht, sein Handtuch mitnehmen. Auf dem link oben, steht warum.
Und jetz muss ich euch noch ein paar meiner Lieblingssätze zitieren - in Englisch, weil die deutsche Übersetzung einfach nicht wirkt.
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don´t. (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy; Band I)
The Guide says that there is an art to flying... or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself on the ground and miss. (Life, the Universe and everything; Band II)
It was called a Nutri-Matic Drinks Synthesizer... It claimed to produce the widest possible range of drinks personally matched to the tastes and metabolism of whoever cared to use it. When put to the test, however, it invariably produced a plastic cup filled with a liquid which was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe; Band III)
And as he drove on, the rainclouds dragged down the sky after him, for, though he did not know it, Rob McKenna was a Rain God. All he knew was that his working days were miserable and he had a succession of lousy holidays. (So long, and thanks for all the Fish; Band IV)
I know that astrology is not a science... it's just an arbitrary set of rules like chess or tennis or, what's that strange thing you British play? - Er, cricket? - Parliamentary democracy. The rules just kind of got there. They don't make any kind of sense except in terms of themselves... (Mostly harmless, Band V)
