Book: Good signs. Page 1

She has never been the same thing for too long. Three, well a maximum four hundred years. It is impossible for life to go on in one beaten track.

Aziraphale beamed.
- You know, I even in did not occur, he said. - Godfathers. I'll be damned.
- It's not so bad, ' said Crowley. - When you get used to it.

It was three in the afternoon. The Antichrist came into the world fifteen hours ago, an angel and a demon purposefully got drunk last three of them.

They was definitely something very strange, she decided. Aziraphale bowed again.
- So glad that helped, he said.
- Thanks, - said coldly Anathema.
Now can we leave? asked Crowley. - Good night, miss. Sit down, angel.
Ah. Well, that explained everything. Now she didn't have to worry about their safety.

- Not that I was not agree with you, ' said angel, stepping on the grass. - I just can't not obey. To me this is not permissible, and you know it.
'Me too,' muttered Crawley.
Aziraphale looked at him askance.
- Really? he said. - You're still a demon.
- Yeah. But our disobedience to approve only the most common properties. But in specific cases they take the most stringent measures.
- That is, in case of disobedience to their specific orders?
- That's it. You even can't imagine.

But after we win life will be better! - hoarsely said the angel.
But not so interesting. Listen, you know I'm right. You won't be happier with the harp in his hands than I am with a pitchfork.
- You know perfectly well that we don't play harps.
- And we don't use pitchforks. It was a figure of speech.

If you're a demon, generally speaking, it means that you have no free will. But when you communicate with people for so long, inevitably you will learn something.

And in that moment, when you start to think that they are more evil than even in Hell, they suddenly found more grace than I can imagine the angels in Heaven. Often in one and the same individual. There are, of course, affected the absolute freedom of the human will. That's the problem.

For the Spanish Inquisition Crowley got a commendation. He was at that time in Spain, mostly loitering in taverns, choosing the place more picturesque, and didn't know, until the moment when he was not informed of the inclusion of gratitude in his own business. He went to see what was happening, came back, started drinking and week does not dry out.

Over time, Crowley experienced great difficulty trying to come up with something so diabolical to stand out from the disgusting background. In the last thousand years, he sometimes wanted to send to Hell a letter along the following lines: "Look, up here, we can stop working; you can do to close Dis, Pandemonium and other hellish city and to move here on a permanent residence; we can't do anything they haven't already done, and they do that and we would have never come, and often use the electricity. They have what is not ours. They have imagination. And, of course, electricity."

Of course, Crowley has supported the idea of Armageddon - generally speaking. If you would have asked him why he was here so many centuries and in a slipshod manner, interfered in the Affairs of man, he would say, "Well, of course, to bring Armageddon and the victory of Hell." But one thing - to prepare the Armageddon, and quite another to see that he's really going to happen.
Crowley always knew that is not going anywhere, when will the world end because he was immortal, and no choice he had. But he still hoped that before the end of the world is still far away.
Because he liked to order people. And this is a big disadvantage for a demon.

Evil, as a rule, does not sleep, and, accordingly, is hard to understand why anyone should be sleeping. But Crowley liked sleep, and for him it was one of the small joys of life. Especially after a hearty lunch. He had overslept, for example, a large part of the nineteenth century. And not because it was necessary, he just liked it.
Although he had to go up in 1832 to go to the toilet.

- You know, I really like the Queen's family.
- And I also - revived Mr. young, leaping gratefully on so well tucked an ice floe in a mad stream of consciousness. At the very least, a conversation regarding the Royal family is not a concern. Unless, of course, it was about these of its members who conscientiously carry out their work, welcoming the people from the balcony and descending the carrier. Not those all night hanging out at clubs and vomit at the paparazzi.
Here, perhaps, it should be noted: Mr. young believed that "paparazzi" is a kind of Italian linoleum.

The babies looked very similar: both small, stained and mind - well, if Winston Churchill (though not all).