I learned about relaxing when it's hopeless from this passage long ago: Zaphod tried to run in several equally decisive directions simultaneously. "Righ

I learned about relaxing when it's hopeless from this passage long ago: Zaphod tried to run in several equally decisive directions simultaneously. "Right!" he said. "Er ... we've got to get manual control of this ship." "Can you fly her?" asked Ford pleasantly. "No, can you?" "No." "Trillian, can you?" "No." "Fine," said Zaphod, relaxing. "We'll do it together."