Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway so I don't know why I bother to say it, oh God, I'm so depressed. Here's another one of those self-satisfied doors. Life! Don't talk to me about life.
Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to take you down to the bridge. Call that job satisfaction? 'Cos I don't.
And then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left side.
I'm not getting you down am I?
Marvin the paranoid android - Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
