is an excellent book by Douglas Adams (isbn 978-0-330-49121-1).
As usual
I'm going to quote from a few pages.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
The story so far: In the beginning the Universe was created.
This had made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded
as a bad move.
The motto stands - or rather stood - in three-mile high illuminated
letters near the Complaints Department spaceport on Eadraz.
Unfortunately its weight was such that shortly after it was erected,
the ground beneath the letters caved in and they dropped for nearly
half their length through the offices of many talented young
complaints executives - now deceased.
Quite how Zaphod Bebblebrox arrived at the idea of holding a
seance at this point is something he was never quite clear on.
'Listen, three eyes,' he said', 'don't you try to outweird me,
I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.'
Marvin was forced to say something which came very hard to him.
'I don't know,' he said.
'I go up,' said the elevator, 'or down.'
'Good,' said Zaphod. 'We're going up.'
'Or down,' the elevator reminded him.
And the worse they were to wear, the more people had to buy to
keep themselves shod, and the more the shops poliferated,
until the whole economy of the place passed what I believe is
termed the Shoe Event Horizon, and it became no longer economically
possible to build anything other than shoe shops.
'Transtellar Cruise Lines would like to apologize to passengers
for the continuing delay to this flight. We are currently
awaiting the loading of our complement of small lemon-soaked
napkins for your comfort, refreshment and hygiene during the
journey. Meanwhile we thank you for your patience.'
In it, guests take (willan on-take) their places at table
and eat (willan on-eat) sumptuous meals whilst watching
(willing watchen) the whole of creation explode around them.
'You've never heard of Disaster Area?'
'It says "Golgafrinchan Ark Fleet, Ship B, Hold Seven,
Telephone Sanitizer Second Class" - and a serial number.'
To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting
themselves made President should on no account be allowed
to do the job.
Their track suits were now all dirty and even torn, but they
all had immaculately styled hair.
