Meet the committee's most notorious paradox. This conundrum is so fiendishly clever that even the great wizards of our time can't solve it.
It's simple: 42 is the answer to the ultimate question, but not the question you think it is. It's not about the meaning of life, nor the number of dimensions in the universe. No, 42 is the answer to the question: "How many gallons of holy water do you need to fill the Holy Grail to make it overflow with the finest, most delicious ale in all the realm?"