tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17723602851652256212024-02-20T19:53:33.422+01:00The power of the written wordUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772360285165225621.post-72228431799776617742007-05-10T23:46:00.000+01:002007-05-11T00:47:07.880+01:00The Long Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul by Douglas AdamsThe trouble with the sort of shop that sells things like magnifying glasses and penknives is that they tend also to sell all kinds of other fascinating things, like the quite extraordinary device with which Dirk eventually emerged after having been hopelessly unable to decide between the knife with the built-in Philips screwdriver, toothpick and ball-point pen and the one with the 13-tooth Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1772360285165225621.post-84851171170841236802007-05-08T20:18:00.000+01:002007-05-11T00:47:54.108+01:00Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency by Douglas AdamsHigh on a rocky promontory sat an Electric Monk on a bored horse. From under its rough woven cowl the Monk gazed unblinkingly down into another valley, with which it was having a problem. The day was hot; the sun stood in an empty hazy sky and beat down upon the gray rocks and the scrubby, parched grass. Nothing moved, not even the Monk. The horse’s tail moved a little, swishing Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0