So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Im Weltraum nichts Neues: Chaos, Kometen und keine Delphine! Arthur Dent aber, der Held der Kultserie "Per Anhalter durch die Galaxis", kann nicht mehr viel schockieren - außer vielleicht, daß er plötzlich fliegen kann...

**Now celebrating the 42nd anniversary of The Hitchhiker s Guide to the Galaxy, soon to be a Hulu original series!

A madcap adventure . . . Adams s writing teeters on the fringe of inspired lunacy. United Press International**

Back on Earth with nothing more to show for his long, strange trip through time and space than a ratty towel and a plastic shopping bag, Arthur Dent is ready to believe that the past eight years were all just a figment of his stressed-out imagination. But a gift-wrapped fishbowl with a cryptic inscription, the mysterious disappearance of Earth s dolphins, and the discovery of his battered copy of The Hitchhiker s Guide to the Galaxy all conspire to give Arthur the sneaking suspicion that something otherworldly is indeed going on.

God only knows what it all means. Fortunately, He left behind a Final Message of explanation. But since it s light-years away from Earth, on a star surrounded by souvenir booths, finding out what it is will mean hitching a ride to the far reaches of space aboard a UFO with a giant robot. What else is new?

The most ridiculously exaggerated situation comedy known to created beings . . . Adams is irresistible. The Boston Globe

"The looniest of the lot."
--Time

"A MADCAP ADVENTURE . . . ADAMS'S WRITING TEETERS ON THE FRINGE OF INSPIRED LUNACY."
--United Press International

"The most ridiculously exaggerated situation comedy known to created beings . . . Adams is irresistible."
--The Boston Globe

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Douglas Adams

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Now celebrating the 42nd anniversary of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, soon to be a Hulu original series!

"A madcap adventure . . . Adams's writing teeters on the fringe of inspired lunacy."-United Press International

Back on Earth with nothing more to show for his long, strange trip through time and space than a ratty towel and a plastic shopping bag, Arthur Dent is ready to believe that the past eight years were all just a figment of his stressed-out imagination. But a gift-wrapped fishbowl with a cryptic inscription, the mysterious disappearance of Earth's dolphins, and the discovery of his battered copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy all conspire to give Arthur the sneaking suspicion that something otherworldly is indeed going on.

God only knows what it all means. Fortunately, He left behind a Final Message of explanation. But since it's light-years away from Earth, on a star surrounded by souvenir booths, finding out what it is will mean hitching a ride to the far reaches of space aboard a UFO with a giant robot. What else is new?

"The most ridiculously exaggerated situation comedy known to created beings . . . Adams is irresistible."-The Boston Globe

Zusammenfassung
**Now celebrating the 42nd anniversary of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, soon to be a Hulu original series!

“A madcap adventure . . . Adams’s writing teeters on the fringe of inspired lunacy.”—United Press International**

Back on Earth with nothing more to show for his long, strange trip through time and space than a ratty towel and a plastic shopping bag, Arthur Dent is ready to believe that the past eight years were all just a figment of his stressed-out imagination. But a gift-wrapped fishbowl with a cryptic inscription, the mysterious disappearance of Earth’s dolphins, and the discovery of his battered copy of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy all conspire to give Arthur the sneaking suspicion that something otherworldly is indeed going on.

God only knows what it all means. Fortunately, He left behind a Final Message of explanation. But since it’s light-years away from Earth, on a star surrounded by souvenir booths, finding out what it is will mean hitching a ride to the far reaches of space aboard a UFO with a giant robot. What else is new?

“The most ridiculously exaggerated situation comedy known to created beings . . . Adams is irresistible.”—The Boston Globe

Leseprobe
Chapter 1
 
That evening it was dark early, which was normal for the time of year. It was cold and windy, which was normal.
 
It started to rain, which was particularly normal.
 
A spacecraft landed, which was not.
 
There was nobody around to see it except for some spectacularly stupid quadrupeds who hadn’t the faintest idea what to make of it, or whether they were meant to make anything of it, or eat it, or what. So they did what they did to everything, which was to run away from it and try to hide under each other, which never worked.
 
It slipped down out of the clouds, seeming to be balanced on a single beam of light.
 
From a distance you would scarcely have noticed it through the lightning and the storm clouds, but seen from close up it was strangely beautiful—a gray craft of elegantly sculpted form; quite small.
 
Of course, one never has the slightest notion what size or shape different species are going to turn out to be, but if you were to take the findings of the latest Mid-Galactic Census report as any kind of accurate guide to statistical averages you would probably guess that the craft would hold about six people, and you would be right.
 
You’d probably guessed that anyway. The Census report, like most such surveys, had cost an awful lot of money and told nobody anything they didn’t already know—except that every single person in the Galaxy had 2.4 legs and owned a hyena. Since this was clearly not true the whole thing eventually had to be scrapped.
 
The craft slid quietly down through the rain, its dim operating lights seeming to wrap it in tasteful rainbows. It hummed very quietly, a hum that became gradually louder and deeper as it approached the ground and which at an altitude of six inches became a heavy throb.
 
At last it dropped and was quiet.
 
A hatchway opened. A short flight of steps unfolded itself.
 
A light appeared in the opening, a bright light streaming out into the wet night, and shadows moved within.
 
A tall figure appeared in the light, looked around, flinched, and hurried down the steps, carrying a large shopping bag under his arm.
 
He turned and gave a single abrupt wave back to the ship. Already the rain was streaming through his hair.
 
“Thank you,” he called out, “thank you very—”
 
He was interrupted by a sharp crack of thunder. He glanced up apprehensively, and in response to a sudden thought started quickly to rummage through the large plastic shopping bag, which he now discovered had a hole in the bottom.
 
It had large characters printed on the side which read (to anyone who could decipher the Centaurian alphabet) DUTY FREE MEGA-MARKET, PORT BRASTA, ALPHA CENTAURI. BE LIKE THE TWENTY-SECOND ELEPHANT WITH HEATED VALUE IN SPACE—BARK!
 
“Hold on!” the figure called, waving at the ship.
 
The steps, which had started to fold themselves back through the hatchway, stopped, re-unfolded, and allowed him back in.
 
He emerged again a few seconds later carrying a battered and threadbare towel which he shoved into the bag.
 
He waved again, hoisted the bag under his arm, and started to run for the shelter of some trees as, behind him, the spacecraft had already begun its ascent.
 
Lightning flitted through the sky and made the figure pause for a moment, and then …