“We thought,” he said, “that you were meant to be telling the Truth, the Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth.”
“Oh, that,” said Prak. “Yeah. I was. I finished. There’s not nearly as much of it as people imagine. Some of it’s pretty funny, though.”
He suddenly exploded in about three seconds of manical laughter and stopped again. he sat there, jiggling his head and knees. He dragged on his cigarette with a strange half-smile.
Ford and Zaphod came forward out of the shadows.
“Tell us about it,” said Ford.
“Oh, I can’t remember any of it now,” said Prak. “I thought of writing some of it down, but first I couldn’t find a pencil, and then I thought, why bother?”
There was a long silence, during which they thought they could feel the Universe age a little. Prak stared into the torchlight.
“None of it?” said Arthur at last. “You can remember none of it?”
“No. Except most of the good bits were about frogs, I remember that.”
- Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything