Book: Good signs

- No, he said. - The usual incompetence, that's all. Hey-ge ...

“No,” Aziraphale objected. “It’s just incomprehensible.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy with friends and a dog. And a summer without end.

- I don't think it is allowed to burn people - Magadan Adam, - otherwise all around and only those involved would.
- If you are a believer it is possible, said Brian.

... the ways of the Lord are inscrutable exclusively, and is extremely devious. God plays with the Universe not in the bone; no, It is incomprehensible game of his own invention, from the point of view of other players, is most similar to a very difficult and complicated poker variant, and the party played out in a completely dark room, on the maps there is no picture, the stakes are infinitely large, and the rules are known only to the Dealer who smiles all the time.

- What you did was just low - Aziraphale said, stepping through the empty corridor.
- What did I do? said Crowley, opening one door after another.
Where people shoot each other!
- Exactly, and so what? No one forced them. They themselves wanted. I just helped them. Think of it as a world in miniature. Free will for all. And complete the inconceivable, isn't it?
Aziraphale stared at him.
- Okay. Really don't want to kill - sadly admitted Crowley. All miraculously saved. Otherwise, what's the fun in that?
Aziraphale calmed down.
- You know, Crowley, "he began," I always said that actually, deep inside, you...
- Okay, okay! snapped Crowley. - Will you be giving now the whole of God's light?

Maybe you should start a terrorist?... suggested Aziraphale.
- Not one of us, said Crowley.
And not one of us, ' said Aziraphale. - Although ours, of course - the freedom fighters.

- So what do we do now?
- Try to get some sleep.
- You don't need sleep. And I don't need sleep. Evil never sleeps and Good vigilantly.

She began to read about new women. She never saw herself as an old woman, but after some reflection I came to the conclusion that such labels are all the same love and knitting, and in fact you just try to be yourself, and struggling.

- Yes, that's better. Tchaikovsky. Aziraphale opened the case and inserted the tape into the VCR.
- And this too you will not like it, sighed Crowley. Cassette in the car for more than two weeks.
Heavy bass filled "Bentley", pronositsya by Heathrow. Aziraphale frowned.
- Somehow I do not remember, - he said. - What is it?
- Tchaikovsky. "Another One Bites the Dust," said Crowley, closing his eyes ("Bentley" I passed through Slough).
Whiling away the time on the road in the sleepy Chilterns hills, they listened to "We Are the Champions" by William Byrd and "I Want to Break Free" by Beethoven. But most of them are pleased "Fat-Bottomed Girls," Vaughan-Williams.
They say all the best tunes belong to the Devil. In General, the way it is. But in Heaven the best choreographers.

They published a Bible called Bible close Sending. Lengthy the mistake of the typesetter, if you can call it that, contained in the book of Ezekiel, Chapter 48, verse five (the spelling for readability, contemporary):
2 and by the border of Dan, from the East to the West, a portion for Asher.
3 and by the border of Asher, from the East side to the West, a portion nephalim.
4 and by the border of Naphtali, from the East side to the West, a portion for Manasseh.
5 screw It in all these Principalities truly got me to stand at this Table. The owner of Biltong the Word does not hold, and the Host Skaggs Hunks excellent, and Cheap, like a starved Dog. Verily I say unto You, a day like this each of You who are Brain napalmer, the Sun will come out, and won't wait here all day for this Junk, with this Set of three Limit, four Edges, five Borders,
ON*******!
6 and by the border of Ephraim, from Vostochnaya to the West, a portion for Reuben.

You see, evil always contains seeds of his defeat, ' said the angel. - Nature - denial, and therefore includes the destruction, even in moments of apparent victory. And no matter how his plan is ambitious, well-planned, protected from errors by definition are evil sinful fall to the attackers. And no matter how much they succeed in their deeds, because in the end they call death on their heads. And their imaginations broken on the rocks of unrighteousness, and they will be brought down into the abyss of oblivion, and disappear without a trace.
Crowley thought.
"No," he said at last. - I bet someone just made a mistake.

There are dogs, which at first sight remind you that, despite thousands of years of artificial selection, any dog away from a wolf not more than two minutes. They are coming at you slowly and deliberately - the call of the ancestors in the flesh, fangs yellow, from a mouth stinks, and their owners cheerful shout from a safe distance, "he's a Charmer, just move it if it will bother", and in the green of his eyes is splashing scarlet fire campfires of the Pleistocene...

And there was Another. He was in the main square of the capital of Kumbolaland. And in the restaurant. In fish, and in the air, and the barrels of herbicide. He was on the roads, in homes, in palaces and huts.
There is no place where he would be a stranger, and walk away from it. He did what he knew how to do best, and what he did was what he was.
He did not spend time waiting. It worked.