Don't Panic!
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far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western spiral arm of the galaxy lies a small, un regarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly 92 million miles, is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose eight descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are pretty neat idea. This'll Planet has or rather had a problem, which was this. Most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole, it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy. And so the problem remained. Lots of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place, and some suggested that even the trees have been a bad move and that no one should have ever left the oceans. Then one Thursday, nearly 2000 years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people. For a change. A girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickman's Worth England, suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right. It would work, and no one would ever have to get nailed to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a telephone to tell anyone about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred in The idea was lost forever. This is not her story, but it is the story of that terrible, stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences. It's also the story of a book, a book called The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Not unearth book, never published on Earth and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or even heard off by any Earth man. Nevertheless, ah, holy, remarkable book. It is perhaps the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor, of which no Earth man had ever heard of either. Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it's also highly successful, one more popular than the celestial home care omnibus. Better selling than 50 more things to do in Zero gravity and more controversial in Ulan Kalu fits trilogy of philosophical blockbusters where God went wrong, some more of God's greatest mistakes. And who is this God person, anyway? And many of the more relaxed civilizations on the outer Eastern room of the galaxy. The Hitchhiker's Guide has already supplanted the Great Encyclopedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, For though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it's scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. First, it's slightly cheaper, and secondly, it has the words don't panic inscribed in large, friendly letters on its cover. But the story of this terrible, stupid Thursday, the story of its extraordinary consequences and the story of how these consequences are inextricably intertwined with this remarkable book begins very simply. It begins with a house