“Ford shouted out, ‘Hey, listen! I think we’ve got enough problems of our own having you shooting at us, so if you could avoid laying your problems on us as well, I think we’d all find it easier to cope!’
Another pause, and then the bullhorn again.
‘Now see here, guy,’ said the voice, ’you’re not dealing with any dumb two-bit trigger-pumping morons with low hairlines, little piggy eyes and no conversation, we’re a couple of intelligent caring guys that you’d probably quite like if you meat us socially! I don’t go around gratuitously shooting like some cops I could mention! I go around shooting people gratuitously and then I agonize about it afterward for hours to my girlfriend!’” (136-137)
Like I have said before, problems are much easier dealt with if you have somebody else to help you cope. One of the reason’s I do not want to join the armed services is because I have a religious objection to it. I never want to kill a person for any reason, with or without permeation. Ok fine, I might have killed Hitler had I bin given the opportunity, but these exceptions are few and far between. The thing is, death causes grief, and I want as little of that as possible. These police officers just happen to be doing there job, but that doesn’t mean they don’t know there wrong. They hate what they do and complain to anyone who will listen about the sins they have committed. And with that, the grief felt by few moves along to a wider range.
So not looking at this from a morally wrong stand point, this is actually funny. Douglas Adams once again shows his ability to turn a situation into a funny farce. With characters in a dire situation, he brings some potently realistic situations into account that turn the events for the funny side. Since this is my last post, I will leave you with this, 42, and thanks for all the fish.
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