So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish (Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy) [Hardcover]

"The looniest of the lot."
--Time
"A MADCAP ADVENTURE . . . ADAMS'S WRITING TEETERS ON THE FRINGE OF INSPIRED LUNACY."
--United Press International
"The most ridiculously exaggerated situation comedy known to created beings . . . Adams is irresistible."
--The Boston Globe

"From the Paperback edition." --This text refers to the Audio CD edition.

So Long, And Thanks for All the Fish: The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy Part Four --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Just when Arthur Dent's sense of reality is at its most clouded, he suddenly finds the girl of his dreams. He finds her in the last place in the Universe in which he would expect to find anything at all, but which 3,976,000,000 people will find oddly familiar. They go in search of God's Final Message to His Creation and, in a dramatic break with tradition, actually find it. PART FOUR IN A TRILOGY OF FIVE. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

Douglas Adams created all the various and contradictory manifestations of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy: radio, novels, TV, computer game, stage adaptations, comic book and bath towel. He lectured and broadcast around the world and was a patron of the Dian Fossey Gorilla Fund and Save the Rhino International. Douglas Adams was born in Cambridge, UK and lived with his wife and daughter in Islington, London, before moving to Santa Barbara, California, where he died suddenly in 2001. After Douglas died the movie of Hitchhiker moved out of development hell into the clear uplands of production, using much of Douglas' original script and ideas. Douglas shares the writing credit for the movie with Karey Kirkpatrick. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

" There is, for some reason, something especially grim about pubs near stations, very particular kind of grubbiness, a special kind of pallor to the pork pies. Worse than the pork pies, though, are the sandwiches. There is a feeling which persists in England that making a sandwich interesting, attractive, or in any way pleasant to eat is something sinful that only foreigners do.

'Make 'em dry,' is the instruction buried somewhere in the collective national consciousness, 'make 'em rubbery. If you have to keep the buggers fresh, do it by washing 'em once a week.'

It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either. Sins are not the sort of things one wants to know about. But whatever sins there are are amply atoned for by the sandwiches they make themselves eat." --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.