Sunday afternoons

I agree with Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged (who has unlucky to have immortality inadvertently thrust upon him by an unfortunate accident with an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch and pair of rubber bands) regarding Sunday afternoons :

It was the Sunday afternoons he couldn’t cope with, that terrible listlessness that starts to set in about 2:55, when you know you’ve taken all the baths that you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o’clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

Chapter 1, Life, the Universe and Everything, HHGTTG

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One thought on “Sunday afternoons

  1. Tom says:

    Also, who remembers the cult insult generation game “Wowbagger” (or to give it its full name, “The Second Reincarnation of the Final Grandson of Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged“) for the Atari ST?

    Get insulted by Wowbagger here!

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