"Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a meal of the issues. Four rare stakes please, and hurry. We haven't eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million years."
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. "A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just nip off and shoot myself." He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.
"Don't worry, sir," he said, "I'll be very humane."
The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle. "A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said, "I'll just nip off and shoot myself." He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.
"Don't worry, sir," he said, "I'll be very humane."
GoreyHoe is another one of those DeviantArtists that might scare off the average consumer, with an offerings like "Worms, knives, guns, whatever floats your boat!" -- one must wonder what floats his boat. And where that boat is floating. And good god, the calls are coming from INSIDE THE BOAT!
The smile despite the disembowelment is reminding me of the Ameglian Major Cow at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe (which I thought was a pig up until looking up the name just then) hence the quote.
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is not just a comedy romp through the stars, it's full of brilliant philosophical and moral brain exercises like this. Arthur must decide between eating a green salad when he has been told vegetables have strictly expressed their preference not to be eaten, or a talking bovine that was bred specifically for, and desires to the point of recommending it's choicest cuts of itself personally, be consumed.
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