Good Omens

try sorting it all out while they're alive. If I was in charge, I'd try makin' people live a lot longer, like ole Methuselah. It'd be a lot more interestin' and they might start thinkin' about the sort of things they're doing to all the enviroment and ecology, because they'll still be around in a hundred years' time."
    "Ah," said Beelzebub, and he actually began to smile. "You wizzsh to rule the world. That'z more like thy Fath.. "
    "I thought about all that an' I don't want to," said Adam, half turning and nodding encouragingly at the Them. "I mean, there's some stuff could do with alt'rin', but then I expect peopled keep comin' up to me and gettin' me to sort out everythin' the whole time and get rid of all the rubbish and make more trees for 'em, and where's the good in all that? It's like havin' to tidy up people's bedrooms for them."
    "You never tidy up even your bedroom," said Pepper, behind him.
    "I never said anythin' about my bedroom," said Adam, referring to a room whose carpet had been lost to view for several years. "It's general bedrooms I mean. I dint mean my personal bedroom. It's an analoggy. That's jus' what I'm sayin'."
    Beelzebub and the Metatron looked at one another.
    "Anyway," said Adam, "it's bad enough having to think of things for Pepper and Wensley and Brian to do all the time so they don't get bored, so I don't want any more world than I've got. Thank you all the same."
    The Metatron's face began to take on the look familiar to all those subjected to Adam's idiosyncratic line of reasoning.
    "You can't refuse to be who you are," it said eventually. "Listen. Your birth and destiny are part of the Great Plan. Things have to happen like this. All the choices have been made."
    "Rebellion izz a fine thing," said Beelzebub, "but some thingz are beyond rebellion. You muzzt understand!"
    "I'm not rebelling against anything," said Adam in a reasonable tone of voice. "I'm pointin' out things. Seems to me you can't blame people for pointin' out things. Seems to me it'd be a lot better not to start fightin' and jus' see what people do. If you stop messin' them about they might start thinkin' properly an' they might stop messin' the world around. I'm not sayin' they would, " he added conscientiously, "but they might."
    "This makes no sense," said the Metatron. "You can't run counter to the Great Plan. You must think. It's in your genes. Think."
    Adam hesitated.
    The dark undercurrent was always ready to flow back, its reedy whisper saying yes, that was it, that was what it was all about, you have to follow the Plan because you were part of it..
    It had been a long day. He was tired. Saving the world took it out of an eleven.. year.. old body.
    Crowley stuck his head in his hands. "For a moment there, just for a moment, I thought we had a chance," he said. "He had them worried. Oh, well, it was nice while.. "
    He was aware that Aziraphale had stood up.
    "Excuse me," said the angel.
    The trio looked at him.
    "This Great Plan," he said, "this would be the ineffable Plan, would it?"
    There was a moment's silence.
    "It's the Great Plan," said the Metatron flatly. "You are well aware. There shall be a world lasting six thousand years and it will conclude with.. "
    "Yes, yes, that's the Great Plan all right," said Aziraphale. He spoke politely and respectfully, but with the air of one who has just asked an unwelcome question at a political meeting and won't go away until he gets an answer. "I was just asking if it's ineffable as well. I just want to be clear on this point."
    "It doesn't matter!" snapped the Metatron. "It's the same thing, surely!"
    Surely? thought Crowley. They don't actually know. He started to grin like an idiot.
    "So you're not one hundred percent clear on this?" said Aziraphale.
    "It's not given to us to understand the ineffable Plan," said the Metatron, "but of course the Great Plan.. "
    "But the Great Plan can only be a tiny part of the overall ineffability," said Crowley. "You can't be certain that what's happening right now isn't exactly right, from an ineffable point of view."
    "It izz written!" bellowed Beelzebub.
    "But it might be written differently somewhere else," said Crowley.
    "Where you can't read it."
    "In bigger letters," said Aziraphale.
    "Underlined," Crowley added.
    "Twice," suggested Aziraphale.