Þetta er smá bútur úr “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” sem ég er að lesa. Kemst ekki yfir þessa snilld og ákvað að deila þessu með ykkur.

It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated.

For instance, at the very moment that Arthur said “I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style,” a freak wormhole opened up in the fabric of space-time continuum and carried his words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant Galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar war.The two opposing leaders were meeting for the last time and at that very moment the words “I seem to be having tremendous difficulty with my life-style” drifted across the conferance table.

Unfortunatly, in the Vl'hurg tounge this was the most dreadful insult imaginable, and there was nothing for it but to wage terrible war for centuries.

Eventually, of course, after their Galaxy had been decimated over a few thousand years, it was realized that the whole thing had been a ghastly mistake, and so the two opposing battle fleets settled their few remainig diffirences in order to launch a joint attack on our own Galaxy - now positively identified as the source of the offending remark.

For thousand more years, the mighty ships tore across the emty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the first planet they came across- which happened to be Earth -where due to a terrible miscalculation of scale the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog.

Those who study the complex interplay of cause and effect in the history of the Universe say that this sort of thing is going on all the time, but that we are powerless to prevent it.

“I'ts just life,” they say.