Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged

Hiermee 'n illustrasie van die genius van Douglas Adams, 'n aanhaling uit Life, the Universe and Everything. Hierdie stuk gaan oor 'n onsterflike ruimtewese wat nie met sy onsterflikheid kan cope nie, en dan besluit om die verveling hok te slaan deur almal in die heelal in alfabetiese volgorde te beledig. Perfekte beskrywing van die Sondagmiddag-gevoel.

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Those who are born immortal instinctively know how to cope with it, but Wowbagger was not one of them. Indeed he had come to hate them, the load of serene bastards. He had had his immortality inadvertently thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch and a pair of rubber bands[…]

Wowbagger closed his eyes in a grim and weary expression, put some light jazz on the ship’s stereo, and reflected that he could have made it if it hadn’t been for Sunday afternoons, he really could have done.

To begin with it was fun, he had a ball, living dangerously, taking risks, cleaning up on high-yield long-term investments, and just generally outliving the hell out of everybody.

In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, and that terrible listlessness which starts to set in at about 2.55, when you know that you’ve had all the baths you can usefully have that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the papers you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.
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