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The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Some
unhelpful
remarks
from
the
author
The
history
of
The
Hitchhiker
's
Guide
to
the
Galaxy
is
now
so
complicated
that
every
time
I
tell
it
I
contradict
myself
,
and
whenever
I
do
get
it
right
I
'm
misquoted
.
So
the
publication
of
this
omnibus
edition
seemed
like
a
good
opportunity
to
set
the
record
straight
--
or
at
least
firmly
crooked
.
Anything
that
is
put
down
wrong
here
is
,
as
far
as
I
'm
concerned
,
wrong
for
good
.
The
idea
for
the
title
first
cropped
up
while
I
was
lying
drunk
in
a
field
in
Innsbruck
,
Austria
,
in
1971
.
Not
particularly
drunk
,
just
the
sort
of
drunk
you
get
when
you
have
a
couple
of
stiff
Gössers
after
not
having
eaten
for
two
days
straight
,
on
account
of
being
a
penniless
hitchhiker
.
We
are
talking
of
a
mild
inability
to
stand
up
.
I
was
traveling
with
a
copy
of
the
Hitch
Hiker
's
Guide
to
Europe
by
Ken
Walsh
,
a
very
battered
copy
that
I
had
borrowed
from
someone
.
In
fact
,
since
this
was
1971
and
I
still
have
the
book
,
it
must
count
as
stolen
by
now
.
I
did
n't
have
a
copy
of
Europe
on
Five
Dollars
a
Day
(
as
it
then
was
)
because
I
was
n't
in
that
financial
league
.
Night
was
beginning
to
fall
on
my
field
as
it
spun
lazily
underneath
me
.
I
was
wondering
where
I
could
go
that
was
cheaper
than
Innsbruck
,
revolved
less
and
did
n't
do
the
sort
of
things
to
me
that
Innsbruck
had
done
to
me
that
afternoon
.
What
had
happened
was
this
.
I
had
been
walking
through
the
town
trying
to
find
a
particular
address
,
and
being
thoroughly
lost
I
stopped
to
ask
for
directions
from
a
man
in
the
street
.
I
knew
this
might
n't
be
easy
because
I
do
n't
speak
German
,
but
I
was
still
surprised
to
discover
just
how
much
difficulty
I
was
having
communicating
with
this
particular
man
.
Gradually
the
truth
dawned
on
me
as
we
struggled
in
vain
to
understand
each
other
that
of
all
the
people
in
Innsbruck
I
could
have
stopped
to
ask
,
the
one
I
had
picked
did
not
speak
English
,
did
not
speak
French
and
was
also
deaf
and
dumb
.
With
a
series
of
sincerely
apologetic
hand
movements
,
I
disentangled
myself
,
and
a
few
minutes
later
,
on
another
street
,
I
stopped
and
asked
another
man
who
also
turned
out
to
be
deaf
and
dumb
,
which
was
when
I
bought
the
beers
.
I
ventured
back
onto
the
street
.
I
tried
again
.
When
the
third
man
I
spoke
to
turned
out
to
be
deaf
and
dumb
and
also
blind
I
began
to
feel
a
terrible
weight
settling
on
my
shoulders
;
wherever
I
looked
the
trees
and
buildings
took
on
dark
and
menacing
aspects
.
I
pulled
my
coat
tightly
around
me
and
hurried
lurching
down
the
street
,
whipped
by
a
sudden
gusting
wind
.
I
bumped
into
someone
and
stammered
an
apology
,
but
he
was
deaf
and
dumb
and
unable
to
understand
me
.
The
sky
loured
.
The
pavement
seemed
to
tip
and
spin
.
If
I
had
n't
happened
then
to
duck
down
a
side
street
and
pass
a
hotel
where
a
convention
for
the
deaf
was
being
held
,
there
is
every
chance
that
my
mind
would
have
cracked
completely
and
I
would
have
spent
the
rest
of
my
life
writing
the
sort
of
books
for
which
Kafka
became
famous
and
dribbling
.
As
it
is
I
went
to
lie
in
a
field
,
along
with
my
Hitch
Hiker
's
Guide
to
Europe
,
and
when
the
stars
came
out
it
occurred
to
me
that
if
only
someone
would
write
a
Hitchhiker
's
Guide
to
the
Galaxy
as
well
,
then
I
for
one
would
be
off
like
a
shot
.
Having
had
this
thought
I
promptly
fell
asleep
and
forgot
about
it
for
six
years
.
