h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

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Dear BBC
Please give us back our storey, and nighthoover whilst you are at it.

Yours irrationally the crazy gang, me the boys and girls of 'Cancal' the united in the front of the back of the garden nutters united TM.

Bye the guiding light of the dark
the hoover snark snarksnark
hoover hoover we do
no nighthoover as yet booo hooo hooo

I stood, in the tube car, mezmorized, I don't know for how long I stood, I could not know, time, like nighthoover standing befor eme seemed somehow non existant.
'Hello I am nighthoover'
repeated the figure before me, I almost came too from my mezmorized state and looked again at the figure.
It was still the same, so nondescript, a man? a woman? tall? short? fat? thin? all and yet none, all and more, yet none and less. It hurt my eyes to look apon the figure, and the figure gazed back, or was the figure looking at something else?
I turned, instinctivly and looked behind me, and it all went fuzzy again.
The tube station, the tube train, the figure, were they real? Was I really here? Where was I and what was I doing?
Yet again so many questions filled my head where there should have only been answers.
the bruse on teh back of my head where teh lycra clad guitarist had hit me with the Fender began throbing and I passed out again.

Was that from "Hunting of the Hoover"?

(the one before, that is...)

It is, and it is not, it could be, and it certainly could not, it might be, and definately isn't, it could, but it wouldn't be, it is and yet it is not

Of course.

Like the ending for "Night of teh Hoover" you have just provided is at the same time an end and a beginning; like the eternal circle of life and death, dust and hoover, and the other thing too.

Yeh, its like an ending, but really it is the beginning of the next part of the storey

"Night of teh Hoover 2"!

as the darkness falls, so the lonley hoover calls

The prophet Shakespeare spoke of nighthoover in Hamlet.

Yep, in the speech that begins "What a piece of work is man" and goes on to describe the world as a "vile, impestilent congregation of vapours" and ends with words praising "the quintessence of dust" and dismissing mere man as mattering not.

~jwf~

I think William Blake had something about nighthoover too... how does it go? "Hoover, hoover burning bright / In the corridors of night" or something like that. I'll see if I can find it.

I think there is mention of nighthoover also in the book 'motorcycle maintance and the art of zen', or whatever it was called

i be beg to differ if you go to to the login page i be believe you can cancel

BACKLOG BE DAMNED!

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Hooverism and hooveristic the nighthooverability hoovers all

For one of my Literature classes I had to read Henry James' "The Figure in the Carpet", so I was reading it now, and as I was reading it suddenly dawned on me that this mysterious "figure in the carpet" that they're trying to discover all through the story is in fact no other than the one who hoovers the carpet! It must be so... look at the words of Henry James himself:
"Nothing, in especial, once you were face to face with it, could show for more consummately DONE. When once it came out it came out, was there with a splendour that made you ashamed; and there hadn't been, save in the bottomless vulgarity of the age, with every one tasteless and tainted, every sense stopped, the smallest reason why it should have been overlooked. It was great, yet so simple, was simple, yet so great, and the final knowledge of it was an experience quite apart."

It is plain. It is true. It is Nighthoover.




Alright, I should really go to sleep now.

the surrealism of nighthoover becomes a morninghoover er as the clock passes the witching hour