“Perhaps I'm old and tired, but I think that the chances of finding out what's actually going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say, ‘Hang the sense of it,’ and keep yourself busy. I'd much rather be happy than right any day.â€
I was a construction engineer from the world of Magrathea. Magrathea at one time, before the collapse of the galactic economy provided luxury planet building service for the most refined -and let’s face it— richest clientele in the galaxy. If truth be told, I would rather have been left alone to build beautiful coastlines with intricate fjords. After all, it is what I won an award for. While pondering retirement, I had been planing to learn to play the octraventral heebiephone - a pleasantly futile task, mainly, because I have the wrong number of mouths - I even considered finally put to paper an eccentric and relentlessly
inaccurate monograph on the subject of equatorial fjords in order to set the
record wrong about one or two matters I see as important.
Instead, I have somehow been talked into doing some part-time work for the
Campaign for Real Time. Now I find myself combating evil and trying to save the Galaxy.
