Good Omens
said Aziraphale, itâs ineffable.
Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.
Crowley reached down and picked up the car phone.
Being a demon, of course, was supposed to mean you had no free will. But you couldnât hang around humans for very long without learning a thing or two.
MR. YOUNG HAD NOT BEEN too keen on Damien, or Wormwood. Or any of Sister Mary Loquaciousâ other suggestions, which had covered half of Hell, and most of the Golden Years of Hollywood.
âWell,â she said finally, a little hurt, âI donât think thereâs anything wrong with Errol. Or Cary. Very nice American names, both of them.â
âI had fancied something more, well, traditional,â explained Mr. Young. âWeâve always gone in for good simple names in our family.â
Sister Mary beamed. âThatâs right. The old names are always the best, if you ask me.â
âA decent English name, like people had in the Bible,â said Mr. Young. âMatthew, Mark, Luke, or John,â he said, speculatively. Sister Mary winced. âOnly theyâve never struck me as very good Bible names, really,â Mr. Young added. âThey sound more like cowboys and footballers.â
âSaulâs nice,â said Sister Mary, making the best of it.
âI donât want something too old-fashioned,â said Mr. Young.
âOr Cain. Very modern sound, Cain, really,â Sister Mary tried.
âHmm.â Mr. Young looked doubtful.
âOr thereâs always ⦠well, thereâs always Adam,â said Sister Mary. That should be safe enough, she thought.
âAdam?â said Mr. Young.
IT WOULD BE NICE to think that the Satanist Nuns had the surplus babyâBaby Bâdiscreetly adopted. That he grew to be a normal, happy, laughing child, active and exuberant; and after that, grew further to become a normal, fairly contented adult.
And perhaps thatâs what happened.
Let your mind dwell on his junior school prize for spelling; his unremarkable although quite pleasant time at university; his job in the payroll department of the Tadfield and Norton Building Society; his lovely wife. Possibly you would like to imagine some children, and a hobbyârestoring vintage motorcycles, perhaps, or breeding tropical fish.
You donât want to know what could have happened to Baby B.
We like your version better, anyway.
He probably wins prizes for his tropical fish.
IN A SMALL HOUSE in Dorking, Surrey, a light was on in a bedroom window.
Newton Pulsifer was twelve, and thin, and bespectacled, and he should have been in bed hours ago.
His mother, though, was convinced of her childâs genius, and let him stay up past his bedtime to do his âexperiments.â
His current experiment was changing a plug on an ancient Bakelite radio his mother had given him to play with. He sat at what he proudly called his âwork-top,â a battered old table covered in curls of wire, batteries, little light bulbs, and a homemade crystal set that had never worked. He hadnât managed to get the Bakelite radio working yet either, but then again, he never seemed able to get that far.
Three slightly crooked model airplanes hung on cotton cords from his bedroom ceiling. Even a casual observer could have seen that they were made by someone who was both painstaking and very careful, and also no good at making model airplanes. He was hopelessly proud of all of them, even the Spitfire, where heâd made rather a mess of the wings.
He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, squinted down at the plug, and put down the screwdriver.
He had high hopes for it this time; he had followed all the instructions on plug-changing on page five of the Boyâs Own Book Of Practical Electronics, Including A Hundred and One Safe and Educational Things to Do With Electricity . He had attached the correct color-coded wires to the correct pins; heâd checked that it was the right amperage fuse; heâd screwed it all back together. So far, no problems.
He plugged it in to the socket. Then he switched the socket on.
Every light in the house went out.
Newton beamed with pride. He was getting better. Last time heâd done it heâd blacked out the whole of Dorking, and a man from the Electric had come over and had a word with his mum.
He had a burning and totally unrequited passion for
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