The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Thug Notes Summary & Analysis

What’s goin on mah well read ballas? This
week sh*t gettin’ absurdly cray with Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Don’t
panic, tho. Normal British dude Arthur Dent got turnt
waaaayy up last night, and it’a all cuz deez government haters bout bust up his crib to
make way fo’ some lame-ass road. Pssh. Just when Arthur gettin’ all in this dude’s grill,
his boy Ford Prefect roll by and be like “‘Ey don’t sweat it, bruh. Da world bout to end.”
“Wait…WHAT?” “Yeah man, some Vogons bout to blow this whole joint down to make some
kinda space road. Oh, yeah, and I’m an alien. S’all good.” Jus’ like he say- da Vogons
show up and BOOM. But Ford ain’t trippin, cuz he jus’ hitched him and Arthur a ride
on the Vogon spaceship. Arthur, tho- that boy buggin! To calm his ass
down, Ford like “fool shut up and read dis sh*t: The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.
It’ll teach you bout everything… no, fo’ real- everything.” Arthur crack open what’s
basically Wikipedia for da whole universe and start readin’ bout Vogons. Arthur sees
da worst thing dat can happen when you rollin with Vogons is if they try to spit some of
their poetry yo’ way. Apparently their flow is so lame, it can kill you! Plus they’re
real assholes. So when the top dawg Volgon Jeltz found out
dat Arthur and Ford are bummin’ a ride on his space hooptie, he lays down some ill rhymes
and gives em the boot. Lucky fo’ them, Ford’s cousin Zaphod Beeblebrox
and his crew Trillian and Marvin just boosted a serious G-wagon called “The Heart of Gold.”
And since they passin’ by, da ship scoops em up befo’ they suffocate and freeze they
asses off. Turns out Zaphod is the president of the Galaxy
who actually partied with Arthur one time back on Earth. Small universe. Eventually they land on the planet Magrathea,
which used to be a swag spot fo’ rich people back in the day. After some whacked-out stuff
go down with a giant whale, they meet up with an old geezer named Slartibartfast. This dude
take em down to the core of da planet where they learn a buncha crazy-ass history. Apparently, some swole ass super computer
named DEEP THOUGHT pumped out da answer to life, da universe, everything millions of years
ago- and it’s da number 42. No’ fo’ real- that’s the answer to life. 42! Prollem is- the computer didn’t know what
da hell da question was. So to figger that out, the freakin MICE dat built it needed
a bigger, badder one: and that’s where the Earth comes in. It was a 10 million year old
organic computer calculating dat very question, and got blown to shit minutes before it was
bout to get da job done. Nice. Oh, and one more thing- these same mice used to be Trillian’s
pets from Earth. Anyway, the mice runnin the show peep game
at Arthur the Earthman and start wonderin’ if everything really lost: I mean if this dude’s
brain came from Earth maybe da Ultimate Question is up in his dome!” Arthur like ” Oh Hell
no. Y’all ain’t even THINKIN bout touchin dis brain.” Dem mice don’t play though, and
right as his mind bout to get fucked, Arthur and his homies bust ass outta there. With the po-po still tailin Zaphod fo’ boostin
dat clean-ass ride, they all decide- “man fuck it. Let’s get some grub, yo” and high-tail
it to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Man readin’ this book is like watchin absurdist
stand up comedy, cuz that boy Douglas Addams got MAD jokes. Just about erry single one
of em pointin’ to da idea that ERRYTHING- da world, da solar system, da universe, ALL
OF IT- is completely RIDONKULOUS. Da stuff we think is big and meaningful ain’t really
shit. “Far out in the uncharted backwaters lies
a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this is an utterly insignificant little blue-green
planet”, whose life forms are “amazingly primitive” It ain’t just da universe dat’s whack- da
things livin’ inside are pretty cray cray too. I mean errybody’s got their priorities way
outta line. Like when da brains behind da Heart of Gold whip bout to meet Big Prez Beeblebrox
“There was a mood of immense excitement thrilling through all of them. Together and between
them they had gone to and beyond the furthest limits of physical laws, restructured the
fundamental fabric of matter, strained, twisted and broken the laws of possibility and impossibility,
but still the greatest excitement of all seemed to be to meet a man with an orange sash around
his neck. (39-40) Da Universe bein all random and goofy is actually
one part of a bigger theme of da book: thangs ain’t always what they seem. Jus’ when you
think you know what’s comin’, Adams messes with yo head and and make it totally different
from what you was expectin’. You know how errybody always sayin the world is so jacked
up cuz peeps don’t know how to communicate with each other? Adams flips that shit right
on its head with da Babel fish. By stickin this nasty thang in yo ear, you can understand
every language in the universe. So if everybody can conversate with each other, errything’s
all good, right? Wrong! “Meanwhile, the poor Babel fish, by effectively
removing all barriers to communication between different races and cultures, has caused more
and bloodier wars than anything else in the history of creation.” (60) Yeah- da universe is a crazy ass place where
coincidence, divine intervention, and science all look mo’ alike then you might think. But
if you gonna take one thing away from this book it’s this:
JUST CHILL. At da end of the day, it ain’t worth tryna figger out all da who’s and why’s and how’s.
Just look at how this conversation with Arthur and Salrtibartfast go: Arthur: “‘All through my life I’ve had this
strange unaccountable feeling that something was going on in this world, something big,
even sinister, and no one would tell me what it was.’ ‘No,’ said Slartibartfast, ‘that’s
just perfectly normal paranoia. Everyone in the Universe has that.’ ‘Everyone?’ said Arthur.
‘Well, if everyone has that perhaps it means something! Perhaps somewhere outside the Universe
we know’ ‘Maybe. Who cares?’ said Slartibartfast before Arthur got too excited. ‘Perhaps I’m
old and tired,’ he continued, ‘but I always think that the chances of finding out what
really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the
sense of it and just keep yourself occupied.” Best thing you can do is just sit back and
let crazy do what crazy gonna do.

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