I really am not sure what to make of this guy. In The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy radio drama, Secondary Phase, CD disc 3 track 19, "Pussy Want His Fish?", our heroes finally meet The Man, the secret ruler of the universe. He is not what they expect: he lives alone with his cat, and refuses to take a stand on anything. Here's some dialog:
The ruler of the universe, speaking to his cat:
...Pussy not eat his fish, pussy get thin and waste away. I think. I imagine this is what will happen, but how can I tell? I think it's better if I don't get involved. I think fish is nice, but I think rain is wet, so who am I to judge? ... Fish come from far away, or so I'm told, or so I imagine I'm told. When the men come, or when in my mind the men come, in their six black shiny ships, do they come in your mind too? What do you see, pussy? And when I hear their questions, and there are many questions, do you hear questions? Perhaps you just think they're signing songs to you! Perhaps they are singing songs to you and I just think they're asking me questions. Do you think they came today? I do. There's mud on the floor, cigarettes and whiskey on my table, fish in your plate, and a memory of them in my mind. ... I think they must be right in thinking they ask me questions. ... Who can tell?
Zarniwoop, Ford, Arthur, and Zaphod speaking to the Ruler:
Ford: Uh, excuse me, do you rule the universe?
Ruler: I try not to. Are you wet?
Zarniwoop: Wet!? Well doesn't it look as if we're wet?
Ruler: That's how it looks to me, but how you feel about it might be a different matter. If you find warmth makes you dry, you'd better come in.
Zaphod: Like, man, what's your name?
Ruler: I don't know. Why, do you think I ought to have one? It seems odd to give a bundle of vague sensory perceptions a name.
Zarniwoop: How long have you been ruling the universe?
Ruler: Ah, this is a question about the past, is it?
Ruler: How can I tell that the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the descrepancy between my immediate physical sensations, and my state of mind?
Zarniwoop: Do you answer all questions like this?
Ruler: I say what it occurs to me to say when I think I hear people say things. More, I cannot say.
Zarniwoop: People come to you, yes?
Ruler: I think so.
Zarniwoop: And they ask you to make decisions, about wars, about economies, about people, about everything going on out there in the universe?
Ruler: I only decide about my universe. My universe is what happens to my eyes and ears. Anything else is surmise and hearsay. For all I know, these people may not exist. You may not exist. I say what it occurs to me to say.
Zarniwoop: But don't you see, what you decide affects the fate of millions of people.
Ruler: I don't know them, I never met them, they only exist in words I think I hear. The men who come to me say, "so and so wants to declare what we call a 'war.' These are the facts, what do you think?" and I say.
Ruler: But it's folly to say you know what's happening to other people. Only they know, if they exist.
Zarniwoop: Do you think they do?
Ruler: I have no opinion, how can I have.
Zarniwoop: Look, but don't you see that people live or die on your word?
Ruler: It's nothing to do with me, I'm not involved with people.
Ruler: It merely pleases me to behave in a certain way to what appears to be a cat. What else do you do?
Was Douglas Adams poking fun at a particular philosophy, or perhaps a political movement? There are traces of skepticism, sophism, and post-modernism here, but I'm no philosopher.