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Life, the Universe and Everything

And at the end they travelled again.

There was a time when Arthur Dent would not. He said that the Bistromathic Drive had revealed to him that time and distance were one, that mind and Universe were one, that perception and reality were one, and that the more one travelled the more one stayed in one place, and that what with one thing and another he would rather just stay put for a while and sort it all out in his mind, which was now at one with the Universe so it shouldn't take too long, and he could get a good rest afterwards, put in a little flying practice and learn to cook which he had always meant to do. The can of Greek olive oil was now his most prized possession, and he said that the way it had unexpectedly turned up in his life had again given him a certain sense of the oneness of things which made him feel that ...

He yawned and fell asleep.

Penso nesse excerto desde quando li ele pela primeira vez. Tirando o Arthur e todas as suas maluquices caracteristicas, me interessa o fato de que "the more one travelled the more one stayed in one place". E logo em seguida penso na minha ex colega da Republica Tcheca dizendo T-rue T-rue.