(...) He was walking late at night along the East Side, beside the river which had become so extravagantly polluted that new life forms were now emerging from it spontaneoulsy, demanging welfare and voting rights.
One of these floated past, waving. Ford waved back.
The thing thrashed to the shore and struggled up the bank.
"Hi," it said, "I've just been created. I'm completely new to the Universe in all respects. Is there anything you can tell me?".
"Phew," said Ford, a little nonplussed, "I can tell you where some bars are, I guess."
"What about love and happiness? I sense deep needs for things like that," it said, waving its tentacles. "Got any leads there?"
"You can get some of that," said Ford, "on the Seventh Avenue."
"I instinctively feel," said the creature, urgently, "that I need to be beautifull. Am I?"
"You're pretty direct, aren't you?"
(...)
One of these floated past, waving. Ford waved back.
The thing thrashed to the shore and struggled up the bank.
"Hi," it said, "I've just been created. I'm completely new to the Universe in all respects. Is there anything you can tell me?".
"Phew," said Ford, a little nonplussed, "I can tell you where some bars are, I guess."
"What about love and happiness? I sense deep needs for things like that," it said, waving its tentacles. "Got any leads there?"
"You can get some of that," said Ford, "on the Seventh Avenue."
"I instinctively feel," said the creature, urgently, "that I need to be beautifull. Am I?"
"You're pretty direct, aren't you?"
(...)
So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish por Douglas Adams (1984)
