"It's a star which burns up other stars, got it? Nothing stands a chance in a supernova."
I read out from page 381 of the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy
The little Martian loves this exercise. I read him passages from the book and he chortles at Douglas Addams's ludicrousity until his chocolate milk gushes out of his nose.
"It's not that he's inaccurate." He explains "It's just that.." he always breaks off into childish giggles at this point "You've just got to see it for yourself" he wheezes through his hysterics. The little martian is quite like Ford Prefect in this respect, with both his vague matter of fact-ness and his tendency to bounce between planets without an intergalactic passport. I feel less like the bland Arthur and more the psychotic Beebelbrox in this eqaution these days....
Back to the supernova
"Do you think people are like stars?" I ask the little Martian
"I think a lot of people think they're stars...but noone's that hot." he winks
I roll my eyes at his lame crack. He's been hanging with a bunch of frat boys while I work the summer away, He's taken to imitating them in an irritating fashion
"I mean, do you think people are like supernovas?
"Stars that burn so bright, so beautiful, so chaotically, that they burn up all the other bright, beautiful flowers-i mean stars.. in their orbit?"
He looks at me pointedly
" Cassanova's only become supernovas when you let them into your orbit"
He burps a little beer belch and looks me dead in the eye
"Don't let them into your orbit."
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