The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
Douglas Adams
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 0671742515
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When a passenger check-in desk at London's Heathrow Airport disappears in a ball of orange flame, the explosion is deemed an act of God. But which god, wonders holistic detective Dirk Gently? What god would be hanging around Heathrow trying to catch the 3:37 to Oslo? And what has this to do with Dirk's latest--and late-- client, found only this morning with his head revolving atop the hit record "Hot Potato"? Amid the hostile attentions of a stray eagle and the trauma of a very dirty refrigerator, super-sleuth Dirk Gently will once again solve the mysteries of the universe...
all other respects she was one of the most sweet-natured people you could hope to meet. But today was testing her to the limit. There had been terrible traffic jams on the motorway, and when the distant flash of blue lights made it clear that the cause was an accident somewhere ahead of them Kate had become more tense and had stared fixedly out of the other window as eventually they had crawled past it. The taxi driver had been bad-tempered when at last he had dropped her off because she
Her mouth worked away endlessly, appearing almost to lead an existence that was independent of the rest of her face. Now that Kate looked at her more closely it seemed that she looked not so much sick and withdrawn as weary, harassed and unutterably fed up. She needed a little rest, she needed peace, but her mouth kept motoring on. For a fleeting instant her eyes caught Kate’s, and the message Kate received was along the lines of “I’m sorry but you’ll just have to excuse me while all this is
old-looking as Dirk’s companion, but wildly deranged in his demeanor, had sat nodding hectically over a bottle of cooking brandy all this time. He slowly stopped his nodding, with difficulty screwed a cap on the bottle, and slipped it into the pocket of his ragged old coat. An old fat woman who had been fitfully browsing through the bulging black bin liner of her possessions began to twist the top of it together and fold it. “You’d almost think that something was about to happen,” said Dirk.
Hall for the Challenging Hour, is that right?” “Hmm,” said Thor. “The Challenging Hour, hmm? Well, I know that things have not been too good between you and your father for a long time. Hmm?” Thor wasn’t going to be drawn. He said nothing. “I thought it was quite dreadful about Wales,” continued Tsuliwaënsis. “Don’t know why you stood for it. Of course I realize that he’s your father and the All-Father, which makes it difficult. But, Odin, Odin—I’ve known him for so long. You know that he
it was when Sister Bailey patted them down around him as she had just now, just five minutes ago, and again just ten minutes before that. The American girl, Kate something, came into his room. He wished she would just let him sleep. She was going on about something being all fixed up. She congratulated him on having extremely high blood pressure, high cholesterol levels and a very dicky heart, as a consequence of which the hospital would be very glad to accept him as a lifelong patient in return