Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
western arm of the Galaxy lies a small and unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles in an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descend life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
The Hitchhiker’s Guide
To The Galaxy
