[b]Douglas Adams
Funny, how just when you think life can’t possibly get any worse it suddenly does.[/b]
Or, sure, not funny at all.
Ford Prefect suppressed a little giggle of evil satisfaction, realized that he had no reason to suppress it, and laughed out loud, a wicked laugh.
One of those sometimes you can, sometimes you can’t things.
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Especially now, right?
The only moral it is possible to draw from this story is that one should never throw the Q letter into a privet bush, but unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable.
At least we don’t have that to worry about. Or I certainly don’t.
Ok, he said, I don’t like to disturb you at what I know must be a difficult and distressing time for you, but I need to know first of all if you actually realize that this is a difficult and distressing time for you.
That’s always tricky.
Believe me, it is a great deal better to find cast-iron proof that you’re innocent than to languish in a cell hoping that the police—who already think you’re guilty—will find it for you.
You’d think that would be obvious.