Directly from your favorite pan-dimensional beings, an issue devoted to individuals looking for answers: we have them, and we’ll happily trade them with your 42-as-a-possible-outcome questions!
What you are about to read is an accurate recollection of Earth’s last spasms of cerebral production, an attempt to reconstruct humanities most fundamental questions and doubts: every outcome will definitely be better than ‘’What do you get when you multiply six by nine?’’, which is not only wrong but also insultingly stupid.

Magratears is the most famous Magrathearian publication, devoted to forever lost natural wonders forged in the laboratories of our luxurious planet.
The following issue collects native narratives of the astonishing sights that were most appreciated from the Earthly unaware indigenous: gladly taking your ignorance as a compliment we are always in for self-celebration. Please do not bother looking for replicas: Magrathea only produces single masterpieces.

Oh fearless poetry magazine,
Thy brightness is to us,
As glorious gabbleblotchits, in mid-winter evenings,
On a luscious tree,
That heavily has fallen down,
Its roots jurtles, grumbling,
Into a viable festering of papery interior screams.
Now the glorious poets manufacturings,
Are proclaiming noisily up the galaxies,
And living amateurs fraternize and spout,
Like mouthing muffled carcasses,
Groop, we thank you, foonting turlingdromes,
taht hooptiously drangle us,
With crinkly configurations, lyric make-ups.
Or else we shall rend thee in the oblivion with our lesser,
See if we don't!