June 9, 2009 § Leave a comment
In the background, I hear Adams opine in his wonderfully lost voice (or so I imagine)
This riddle was the only ray of sunshine in the otherwise rotten life of the Poghrils. One Poghril would say to another: “Why is life like hanging upside down with your head in a bucket of hyena-offal?” Whereupon another Poghril would reply: “I don’t know. Why is life like hanging upside down with your head in a bucket of hyena-offal?”To which the first Poghril would say: “I don’t know either. Wretched, isn’t it. Read Hitchhiker on Poghril
She floats on.