“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.”
The beginning of the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, arguably one of the most epochal work of Science Fiction and humour. Today, it’s author Douglas Adams would have been 60, had he not passed away far too early in may 2001. His work will live on, possibly not forever, for who knows if such a concept as forever really exists at all, but probably till the end of the universe where people will enjoy good food and entertainment.
“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.”
The beginning of the Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, arguably one of the most epochal work of Science Fiction and humour. Today, it’s author Douglas Adams would have been 60, had he not passed away far too early in may 2001. His work will live on, possibly not forever, for who knows if such a concept as forever really exists at all, but probably till the end of the universe where people will enjoy good food and entertainment.