Arthur Dent

Ah yes, the absolutely forlorn loser. The consummate straight man. On at least one occasion Douglas was accused of creating a thoroughly depressing story about a thoroughly depressing man to whom absolutely nothing good ever happens. This of course, very solidly misses the point. It turns out, that it is also wrong. As he did rather enjoy going down that transport tube at Milliways.

But rather than lament the easily lamented, why not laugh at them. If for no other reason than perhaps lightening the mood of the occasion, which, as we have seen is rather dour on account of Arthur being stuck in something of a very intense (and very un-Britishly) very absurd type of rut. As perhaps a case could be made that I am with all that very business.

Regardless, Arthur is an interesting comment on humankind. For he displays no great talent, no real value, and he`s only good at three things: wishing he was back on the Earth he knew and with which he had come to some semblance of terms, making sandwiches and stating the enormously obvious. And it is thus endowed that he provides the basis of an interesting metaphor. Given these rather uninspiring and useless skills and armed with a towel he is sent to battle against the infinite. Of course, he loses…but, one might ask, does he? And one might then respond, yes.

So, is this an accurate depiction of Adams` take on the Earth and its inhabitants? Well, for that, you`ll have to look elsewhere, because it`s a non sequitur. One can intellectualize it all one wants, but this particular one doesn`t want to, and so we won`t. It`s just funny. And Arthur is just British.

But here I must sadly stop as I have a 3000 mile (4800 kilometers to you privileged individuals who live in countries which use metric) journey to embark on, so the rest of our comments on Arthur will just have to wait. As, upon reflection, he was made to do rather a lot during his lifetime. Often just waiting to find out what exactly was going on, only to find that he much would have preferred to stay rather pointedly in the dark over the issue, brooding about that for a few moments, gathering that he had used up the moments made available for brooding and striking off in some almost well-thought out direction only to find himself in a far worse predicament than he had begun, to finally say bollocks to it all and give up, at which moment he would be rather conveniently saved. One wonders how different his life would have been had he just gotten on with the giving up earlier and saved himself the bother. So now I`m going to actually head off, get accosted by a few English teachers, angry over the run-on character of all of my sentences, and then get on the road. They also rather haughtily tell me that this paragraph is entirely too long.