Review of Life, the Universe and Everything (Ultimate Edition)

Adams had in down to an art on how to make something important into something trivial.  He would do it in an obvious way and then make fun of himself for doing.  He would even put it off on his heritage as on page 396, ‘Of all the races in the Galaxy, only the English could possibly revive the memory of the most horrific wars ever to surrender the Universe and transform it into what I’m afraid is generally regarded as an incomprehensibly dull and pointless game.’

He also knew how to draw on the mundane and monotonous aspects of life.  He used reverse bigotry in an immensely sarcastic tone that was undeniable as seen on page 416, ‘The past,’ they say, ‘is now truly like a foreign country.  They do things exactly the same there.’

Adams played on the idea of being aggressively absent or even passive aggressive through absence on page 417, ‘They obstinately persisted in their absence.’

To be annoyed means that a person cares and has a personal interest (hence, they care).  They have such a deep personal interest that they get to the point of being obsessive and delusional in the case of page 424, ‘It was an annoyance of epic proportions.’

He displayed over dramatization to a great degree while stating the obvious and employing the rhetoric.  The character here projects his own thoughts and beliefs about the situation to the other to induce guilt.  It only serves to confuse him further on page 428, ‘You know what you’ve done?’ he gargled painfully, ‘you’ve gone and killed me again.  I mean, what do you want from me, blood?’

He showed the power given to death by the humans who run from it.  The fear of death only leads to the fear of everything else since it is a part of the ‘cycle of life’ and is required.  This is seen on page 433, ‘He ran with the fear of death in him, under him, over him and grabbing hold of his hair.’

474-475, Marvin’s bored and depressed lullaby.

‘Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won’t engulf my head,

I can see by infrared, How I hate the night.

Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep,

Sweet dreams wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.’