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The captain was drunk in hiscabin. The first mate was in the head. The second mate was in the galley. That was pretty much it for the crew: the ship was almost completely automated. There wasn't much a person could do.
However, if a person just happened to press the EMERGENCY CARGO RELEASE switch on the bridge, the automatic systems would take care of releasing huge quantities of black sludge into the sea, millions of tons of crude oil, with devastating effect on the birds, fish, vegetation, animals, and humans of the region. Of course, there were dozens of failsafe interlocks and foolproof safety backups but, what the hell, there always were.
Afterwards, there was a huge amount of argument as to exactly whose fault it was. In the end it was left unresolved: the blame was apportioned equally. Neither the captain, the first mate, nor the second mate ever worked again.
For some reason nobody gave much of a thought to Seaman White, who was already halfway to Indonesia on a tramp steamer piled high with rusting metal barrels of a particularly toxic weedkiller.
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And there was Another. He was in the square in Kumbolaland. And he was in the restaurants. And he was in the fish, and in the air, and in the barrels of weedkiller. He was on the roads, and in houses, and in palaces, and in hovels.
There was nowhere that he was a stranger, and there was no getting away from him. He was doing what he did best, and what he was doing was what he was.
He was not waiting. He was working.
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Harriet Dowling returned home with her baby, which, on the advice of Sister Faith Prolix, who was more persuasive than Sister Mary, and with the telephonic agreement of her husband, she had named Warlock.
The Cultural Attaché returned home a week later, and pronounced the baby the spit of his side of the family. He also had his secretary advertise in The Lady for a na
Crowley had seen Mary Poppins on television one Christmas (indeed, behind the scenes, Crowley had had a hand in most television; although it was on the invention of the game show that he truly prided himself). He toyed with the idea of a hurricane as an effective and incredibly stylish way of disposing of the queue of na
He contented himself with a wildcat tube strike, and when the day came, only one na
She wore a knit tweed suit and discreet pearl earrings. Something about her might have said na
Her flat shoes crunched up the gravel drive, and a gray dog padded silently by her side, white flecks of saliva dripping from its jaw. Its eyes glinted scarlet, and it glanced from side to side hungrily.
She reached the heavy wooden door, smiled to herself, a brief satisfied flicker, and rang the bell. It donged gloomily.
The door was opened by a butler, as they say, of the old school.[13]
"I am Na
She left the dog in the garden, and passed her interview with flying colors, and Mrs. Dowling led the na
She smiled unpleasantly. "What a delightful child," she said. "He'll be wanting a little tricycle soon."
By one of those coincidences, another new member of staff arrived the same afternoon. He was the gardener, and as it turned out he was amazingly good at his job. No one quite worked out why this should be the case, since he never seemed to pick up a shovel and made no effort to rid the garden of the sudden flocks of birds that filled it and settled all over him at every opportunity. He just sat in the shade while around him the residence gardens bloomed and bloomed.
Warlock used to come down to see him, when he was old enough to toddle and Na
"This here's Brother Slug," the gardener would tell him, "and this tiny little critter is Sister Potato Weevil. Remember, Warlock, as you walk your way through the highways and byways of life's rich and fulsome path, to have love and reverence for all living things."
"Na
"You don't listen to that woman," Francis would say. "You listen to me."
At night, Na
Oh, the grand old Duke of York
He had Ten Thousand Men
He Marched them Up To The Top of The Hill
And Crushed all the nations of the world and brought them
Under the rule of Satan our master.
This little piggy went to Hades
This little piggy stayed home
This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
This little piggy violated virgins
And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top.
"Bwuvver Fwancis the gardener says that I mus' selfwesswy pwactice virtue an' wuv to all wivving fings," said Warlock.
"You don't listen to that man, darling," the na
And so it went.
The Arrangement worked perfectly. A no‑score win. Na
In the background Crowley and Aziraphale met on the tops of buses, and in art galleries, and at concerts, compared notes, and smiled.
When Warlock was six, his na
Warlock now found himself being educated by two tutors.
Mr. Harrison taught him about Attila the Hun, Vlad Drakula, and the Darkness Intrinsicate in the Human Spirit.[14] He tried to teach Warlock how to make rabble‑rousing political speeches to sway the hearts and minds of multitudes.
Mr. Cortese taught him about Florence Nightingale,[15]Abraham Lincoln, and the appreciation of art. He tried to teach him about free will, self‑denial, and Doing unto Others as You Would Wish Them to Do to You.
They both read to the child extensively from the Book of Revelation.
13
A night school just off the Tottenham Court Road, run by an elderly actor who had played butlers and gentlemen's gentlemen in films and television and on the stage since the 1920s.
14
He avoided mentioning that Attila was nice to his mother, or that Vlad Drakula was punctilious about saying his prayers every day.
15
Except for the bits about syphilis.