Demain 25 mai, en mémoire à DNA l'auteur de H2G2 c'est la journée serviette (ou
towel day en anglais, cela passe beaucoup mieux).
Donc portez une serviette éponge...
http://www.towelday.kojv.net/
Ce que dit le guide à propos des serviettes :
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar
hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical
value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold
moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches
of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it
beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it
to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in
hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to
avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly
stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as
a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a
distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be
clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason,
if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel
with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a
toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of
string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the
strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other
items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will
think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough
it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where
his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.