Quoter's Corner
Denne side er dedikeret til litteratur af høj kvalitet,
sproglige blomster og .. well .. hylende morsomme citater. Indtil videre er her udelukkende
citater af Douglas Adams, men det i sig selv opfylder efter min mening også alle 3 formålserklæringer i det ovenstående :-)
Douglas Adams:
Følgende er et art Guds-bevis opstået af eksistensen af Babelfisken:
Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mindbogglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as a final and clinching proof of the non-excistence of God.
The argument goes something like this: "I refuse to prove that I excist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing."
"But," says Man, "tha Babel fish is a dead giveaway isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you excist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED."
"Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promply vanishes in a puff of logic.
Vogonsk poesi:
'Oh freddled gruntbuggly .. thy micturations are to me/ As purdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee. Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes. And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly blindlewurdles,/ Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!'
Universets Poesi-Top3:
Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by thier Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem 'Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning' four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Atrs Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off.
Grunthos is reported to have been 'disappointed' by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve-book epic entitled My favourite Bathtime Gurgles when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save life and civilization, leapt straight up through his neck and throttles his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in the destruction of the planet Earth.
Virkeligheden trænger sig på :
...probability factor of one to one ... we have normality, I repeat we have normality.' She turned her microphone off - then turned it back on, with a slight smile and continued: 'Anything you still can't cope with is therefore your own problem.
Marvin, den paranoide Androides, motto:
Life! Don't talk to me about life.
En hvals (kortvarige) erkendelse af verden omkring sig:
Now - have I buildt up any coherent picture of things yet? No. Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I'm quite dizzy with anticipation... Or is it the wind? There really is a lot of that now isn't there? Ang wow! Hey! What's that thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like... ow .. ound ... round ... ground! That's it! That's a good name - ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?
And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.
Den udvidede version af Marvins motto:
'Life,' said Marvin dolefully, 'loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it.'
De store spørgsmål i livet:
Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?
Filosoffer i en nøddeskal:
'I am Majikthise!' announced the older one. 'And I demand that I am Vroomfondel!' shouted the younger one. Majikthise turned on Vroomfondel. 'It's allright,' he explained angrily, 'you don't need to demand that.' 'All right!' bawled Vroomfondel banging on the nearby desk. 'I am Vroomfondel, and that is not a demand, that is a solid fact! What we demand is solid facts!'
'No we don't! exclaimed Majikthise in irritation. 'That is precisely what we don't demand!' 'Scarcely pausing for breath, Vroomfondel shouted, 'We don't demand solid facts! What we demand is the total absence of solid facts. I demand that I may or may not be Vroomfondel!'
'But who the devil are you? exclaimed an outraged Fook.
'We,' said Majikthise, 'are Philosophers.'
Svaret på spørgsmålet om Livet, Universet og Alt Det Der:
'You're really not going to like it,' observed Deep Thought. Tell us! All right,' said Deep Thought. The Answer to the Great Question... Yes ...! Of Life, the Universe and Everything ...'said Deep Thought. Yes...! Is ...' said Deep Thought, and paused. Yes ...! Is ... Yes ...!!!! ...? Forty-two,' said Deep Thought, with infinite mejesty and calm.
En interessant teori:
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactely what the Universe is for and why it is there, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
En unik race:
The Jatravartids, whoh live in perpetual fear of the time they call The Coming of The Great White Handkerchief, are small blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are therefore unique in being the only the only race in history to have invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel.
De vidunderlige maskiner fra Sirus Cybernetics Corporation:
It claimed to produce the widest possible range of drinks personaly matched to the tastes and metabolism of whoever cared to use it. When put to the test, however, it invariably produced a plastic cup filled with a liquid almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
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