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Three degrees at eight o'clock and blow-you-away windy. Sunshine.Ivern Ball is an international man of mystery. I can't tell you who he is, when he was born, or if he's already dead. I have no information on his profession, religion or gender. The supposed 'he' may, indeed, be a 'she', or even (with a name like that) a racehorse. Or, perhaps, he is part of an elaborate hoax planted in cyberspace by Douglas Adams just before he died. If you have any reliable information on this supposed person, about half a million people would like to hear from you. The reason I mention it is that I was quite taken by the following smartass, but thought-provoking, quotation, which is ascribed to him in at least one spot in cyberspace.
"Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it's addressed to someone else."
Now doesn't that sound to you like something Zaphod Beeblebrox would say?
Three degrees at eight o'clock and blow-you-away windy. Sunshine.Ivern Ball is an international man of mystery. I can't tell you who he is, when he was born, or if he's already dead. I have no information on his profession, religion or gender. The supposed 'he' may, indeed, be a 'she', or even (with a name like that) a racehorse. Or, perhaps, he is part of an elaborate hoax planted in cyberspace by Douglas Adams just before he died. If you have any reliable information on this supposed person, about half a million people would like to hear from you. The reason I mention it is that I was quite taken by the following smartass, but thought-provoking, quotation, which is ascribed to him in at least one spot in cyberspace.
"Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it's addressed to someone else."
Now doesn't that sound to you like something Zaphod Beeblebrox would say?
