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“It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.”

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Book:The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
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The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

In this science fiction classic, a diverse group of individuals embarks on a journey through the cosmos, encountering extraordinary beings and uncovering the secrets of the universe. The story is set in a future where humanity has colonized space, and the characters navigate a complex web of politics, philosophy, and personal growth. The novel is known for its imaginative world-building, witty humor, and thought-provoking themes. more

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Douglas Adams
Douglas Adams

Douglas Adams was a British writer best known for his science fiction series 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy'. His work is celebrated for its unique humor and profound philosophical insights, making it a favorite among readers. Adams' novels often contain satirical commentary on modern society and deep reflections on the human condition. more

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