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Long dark tea time, etc.

I hate Sundays. Mailing lists are dead. Newsgroups are dead. People aren't updating their journals. No postal mail. The time just drags on and on.

And while I've been searching for the damnable quote from the book referenced in the subject, people have posted just to amuse me. I do so love my friends. :) (I still can't find the quote, though.)
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You get to that point on a Sunday afternoon when you enter the long dark tea time of the soul ?

My copy is in England.
You get to that point on a Sunday afternoon when you enter the long dark tea time of the soul ?

That's the one, yes.

My copy is in England.

All in all, an appropriate place for it, really. But, that doesn't help me any. :)
The one where he actually defines "the long dark tea-time of the soul" as Sunday afternoons, when the newspaper's been read to within an inch of its life, etc. pir posits (and I think correctly) that the quote might actually be from Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, which is not available anywhere where I can run out and buy it, damnitall. If you could check your copy of Long Dark Tea-Time, I'd greatly appreciate it, though I know I'm going to end up rebuying both the damned things, since it's bugging the hell out of me now. :)
Actually, I thought that the book title was a borrowing of one of Adams' own quotes, and that he'd originally said it somewhere in one of the Hitchhiker's Guide series of books. I forget which one, but IIRC, it involved someone who was immortal, and that it was all great until you'd done everything, and it became like blah blah tea-time etc., and that's when he conceives of making an alphabetical list of everyone in the galaxy and visiting them in turn to insult them.

I could be wrong, however.
Actually, I thought that the book title was a borrowing of one of Adams' own quotes

I could have sworn that there was in either Dirk Gently's or LDTTOTS where Dirk Gently sat down, and was sitting and finding nothing to do, and he starts enumerating all these things that lead up to it being, of course, the long dark tea-time of the soul.

But I too could be wrong. Argh!
Turns out that I was right. Long Dark Tea-Time... was published in 1988. 6 years prior, however, was the release of Life, The Universe, And Everything, third book in the Hitchhiker's Guide series. Chapter 1 of LTUAE starts off with Arthur Dent being insulted by an alien in a spacecraft, and then shifts to the spacecraft to speak of its occupant, Wowbagger the Infinitely Prolonged, who accidentally achieved immortality and is pissed off about it. It was okay for a while, but, well...

In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in at about 2:55, when you know you've taken all the baths you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.

So there you have it. Share and Enjoy!
Hey, beeyotch, I made like a gazillion entries between my chorus journal and my shinkan journal in the last 24 hours, you could be commenting on those. :)

Now I'm off to do some laundry.
But but! I didn't even know about the shinkan journal until just this second! I have duly commented in the chorus journal, and will be carting along shinkan if I manage to get the hell out of the apartment today. :)