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

And the LORD blessed the latter days of Wilf more than his beginning.

I don't know if we shall stay here, or not; if yes, I shall make the guest room into a room for her. I'll strip out the cupboards, and take up the carpet, and polish the floor, and a nice rug; brick up the doorway and break through another door into the passage; install a wardrobe, and bookshelves, and a desk; and wallpaper the walls, and and and

and it will be her room, just as I have my den. And some of the time she will sit with me in my den and we shall talk, and sit in silence; and some of the time I shall sit with her in her room and we shall talk, and sit in silence. And some of the time she shall sit in her room and I shall sit in my room, and we shall talk, and sit in silence, and come into each other's rooms and go out therefrom and God, even God will bless our going out and our coming in to each other, as we sit, and shall talk, and sit in silence, in the company of the angels and in the Presence of the divine Three of Heaven.

And there shall be no more weeping, and the time of crying shall be past away; and there shall be rejoicing in the house of Shem Elohim, and a dew of blessing shall settle upon our hearts and souls.

And the Spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him,
the Spirit of wisdom and understanding,
the Spirit of counsel and might,
the Spirit of knowledge and the fear of the LORD.
And his delight shall be in the fear of the LORD.
He shall not judge by what his eyes see,
or decide disputes by what his ears hear,
but with righteousness he shall judge the poor,
and decide with equity for the meek of the earth;
and he shall strike the earth with the rod of his mouth,
and with the breath of his lips he shall kill the wicked.
Righteousness shall be the belt of his waist,
and faithfulness the belt of his loins…
The earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD
as the waters cover the sea.

Now come the Roman one to me, and let us hence,

This is stunning. I've got Wayne and Sean helping me this morning. So cool.

She is keenly interested in your progress in a live action real time sort of style. She's watching you man.

What about Caroline though, hey? They'll try anything on. Her brother was coming with a present and she just ignored him. She didn't even see it like that until just now. She says, "He /is/ wise". Jesus is here; Jesus is near; He is Emmanuel, God with us.

Was coming along very nicely when suddenly the Wyrm springs into centre stage, and all they can do is laugh. This thing has caused me more despair and unhappiness ... I genuinely can't understand why they are laughing when it's made me so unhappy. Blinded, fooled, gagged, and stupefied, and universally mocked, and learning to fear mockery and avoid company for such fear. This is what the enemy has wrought in my soul for 40 years so why do they mock? Can't understand it. They've always just taken the piss. WHY?

What a night, and yet, what a morning, and now, what an infancy.

I suffer greatly with an inflammatioun of the Wyrme. It is hugely discomfortable. My right arm, the right side of my head, my right ear especially in the locationzone of the Eustachian tube, blocks with strongth and I am kept in grave discomfitudinosity. The answer apparently is to abandon my parents and cleave to my wife. This may take a while to arrange. In the meantime, I suffer on.

I can feel the Wyrme occupy basically the entire right hand side of my body, with extremities. I hope the word is right and I shall receive my wholeness upon conjunction with an certain individule.

The gentlemen and ladies of darkness did minister unweal to my bodily at the dongle shop. Greatlie accurs'd was I by the ministers of scouwle.

Lynwen is reading the daily Scriptures on the radio. It is practically unbearable. I seem to be going one step forward, three steps back. The Wyrme is deinous and sore.

It was so confident this mourning, sit back and watch the brilliant stuff God is doing, but now I am in deepest discomfiture and fulweal seems so distant.

ich verpeitsche dich bis dir kommt's, versprochen

Fulweal already exists, in Middle English, apparently.

I'm a lot better now. Had to overcome what happened this morning.

Wasn't very nice and still isn't. But I'm better.

The bloke on the radio isn't very friendly. Never mind.

I'm going to get my hair cut tomorrow. I thought she'd insist on it, and she is.

Even they cried, apparently, because I was so messed up. Bless.