Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
“Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
“He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
“It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
“If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
And, of course:
“The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”
the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.
I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.
Same
“Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.”
Some of you need to hang out with normal people and just stop overthinking and blast some pop music and have a nice beverage
I refuse to listen to radio music.
All modern pop music is some whore singing about her cunt.
No thanks.
I will listen to literally anything but Pop. Black fucking Tschiakowsky or Judas Priest, I don’t care, but for the love of God, anything but Pop. Or Rap. Otherwise I will take anything. Classic, Rock, Metal, if you insist rap, Electro, Jazz, Swing, fucking russian tribal synth, but not Pop.
