John Milton owns my soul. Seriously, he makes me so happy, I just want to dance right now. He is officially my third favorite writer, next to Terry Pratchett and Rod Sterling.

Know why?

BECAUSE HE ENABLES MY CROWLEYAZIRAPHALE FANDOM.

Here does be wonderfulness from Book 8. This is Adam talking to Raphael, an archangel:

'To love thou blam’st me not—for Love, thou say’st,
Leads up to Heaven, is both the way and guide;
Bear with me, then, if lawful what I ask.
Love not the Heavenly Spirits, and how their love
Express they—by looks only, or do they mix
Irradiance, virtual or immediate touch?”
To whom the Angel, with a smile that glowed
Celestial rosy-red, Love’s proper hue,
Answered:—“Let it suffice thee that thou know’st
Us happy, and without Love no happiness.
Whatever pure thou in the body enjoy’st
(And pure thou wert created) we enjoy
In eminence, and obstacle find none
Of membrane, joint, or limb, exclusive bars.
Easier than air with air, if Spirits embrace,
Total they mix, union of pure with pure
Desiring, nor restrained conveyance need
As flesh to mix with flesh, or soul with soul.'

Ahaha, a this coming from a PURITAN, folks. Sweet John Adams' woman fingers, Milton, you are a wonderful, wonderful man.

This quote is spurring some fic in my mind (CrowleyAziraphale) and I'll do my best to actually write it. 8D YEY.

In other, much more hideous news, a Good Omens screenplay exists. Neil Gaiman wrote it, and it is very, very terrible. Here, go see for yourselves: [link] you'll have to join the community to see it. I pretty much wanted to rip my eyeballs out after reading it.