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In The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Trillian kind of gets the short end of the stick. This is a young woman with degrees in astrophysics and mathematics who runs away with a two-headed alien she meets at a party, and it takes Douglas Adams three books to give her anything much to do. It's worse in the radio play (where she is forcibly married off to somebody or other between the first series and the second), the television series (where she becomes a blonde bimbo), and the film (where she is portrayed mostly as the Plucky Love Interest). She does have potential, though. This...is her song. |
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They say 42 Is the answer To life, the universe, and everything. Whatever We do, We’re contributing To life, the universe, and everything. On the bridge of the Heart of Gold, As I watch the stars flash through the cold Dark void of space, I’m told I’m free. The boys Are okay With our journey; To them, the journey can be everything. They see No other way, And it must be nice To act as if the journey can be everything. As I bounce around through space, Almost all that’s left of the human race, I know that there’s no place For me; I guess I’m 43. It’s strange That the strange Doesn’t faze me; I’ve come to expect the improbable. It’s change After change, Is it possible To get extremely sick of the improbable? They assume that it’s all fine, Part of some grand and planned design, But I see there’s no sign To see. Oh, look: There’s a whale And a bowl of Petunias instead of a missile. That reality Fail Bothers only me, Though I’m glad the whale is not a missile. The astrophysics degree I earned Is likely just as good as burned, But only I’m concerned. Just me. I guess I’m 43. 42 Is the answer, But the question isn’t clear. Why don’t you See the problem Or seem to recall That turning into penguins In deep space after a Vogon fleet Bulldozes your home planet May be evidence that we’re Not here at all? You have some tea. I ask you how. I think I’ll talk To Marvin now. They say It was mice Who had interest In life, the universe, and everything. Built a computer For advice About the question Of life, the universe, and everything. If I buy that, I’ll have to buy That there is no real reason why We’re here, and that’s what I Can’t see. All I Can do now Is to go on And hope really hard that the question fits. If not, I can’t see how This is happening. I bet we’ll never find out if the question fits. Let’s have tea; it will be bad. There’s a talking cow; that’s sad. Perhaps I have gone mad. Well, gee: I guess I’m 43. I guess I’m 43. I guess I’m 43. |