The Hitchhiker's Guide to Counterpoint
While our music teacher went on about
the contrapuntal dimension,
Zaphod yawned with both mouths
and asked me, "Have you ever been there?"
Where? ...Oh, the contrapuntal dimension.
I said, "I don't think so."
"Trillian, you've got no sense of humour,"
he said, and proceeded to fall asleep.
So I perused the score
of Bach's fourth Brandenburg Concerto
until Marvin (our depressed robot)
informed me he knew all about counterpoint
could do it all in his head
if he really wanted to
compose a bloody symphony
if he wanted to—
(brain the size of a planet, you know)
waving around his A+
from the last assignment.
Zaphod woke up and said,
"We should ditch this place,
go to that party on Alpha Centauri,
chill out, have a few drinks,
listen to some real music.
First two million there get a free holograph
from the asteroid drummer of Infrarock!
So... wanna come?"
But I said, "No thanks. I like Bach.
This planet's not so bad either."
Marvin rolled his eyes and groaned
as only a depressed robot can groan.