Modern elevators are strange and complex entities. The ancient electric winch and "maximum-capacity-eight-persons" jobs bear as much relation to a Sirius Cybernetics Corporation Happy Vertical People Transporter as a packet of mixed nuts does to the entire west wing of the Sirian State Mental Hospital.
"The Restaurant at the End of the Universe". Перечитываю всю трилогию в виде толстой бумажной книжки.
P.S. Фрустрация всей жизни — то, что Адамс умер, не дописав "The Salmon of Doubt".
