TM Topic: How Do People Perceive You?
Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on Nitrous Oxide. Two of these were wrong; Heaven is not in England, whatever certain poets may have thought, and angels are sexless unless they really want to make an effort. But he was intelligent. And it was an angelic intelligence which, while not being particularly higher than human intelligence, is much broader and has the advantage of having thousands of years of experience. (page 147)
Generally speaking, how do people perceive you?
I am a business man. Indeed, I own my own business. A book shop in the heart of Soho. I specialize in rare and first editions. I have an extensive collection of misprinted Bibles. Crowley says the shop is really just a place to store my books, and down to the wire, I suppose he's right. To a point.
The shop is rather a bit more than that, you see. The shop is my livelihood. My humanity. It allows me to pose as a man while doing my moral angelic duty. Thwarting the wiles of man. Yes. I live among men, so that I can better serve Him, you see.
I'm a right friendly chap, if I do say so myself. I like people, I really do. I liked talking to people. I enjoy getting to know them. As long as they don't attempt to purchase a book from my shop. Really, my dear. I don't mess around with that.
A typical exchange might go something like this, you see:
I am the owner and only employee to work my shop. I rather like to greet my customers at the door. The shop is in Soho. A spot of friendliness goes a long way, you see. I like to touch people. Feel the warmth of their hands.
"Good day, my dear," I might say. "Won't you have some tea? Would you care for a biscuit?" I bake and brew daily, you see. For their convenience as well as my own. I don't need to eat, but I rather do enjoy it.
All is well, until they have to go and spoil it by actually choosing a book. A horrid smell might simply over take the shop. A rather loud, and unidentifiable noise, quite possibly from upstairs or down. If all else fails, the book may suddenly appear well worn and of poor condition.
It's very rare that I have to resort to more…drastic measures. But indeed, it has happened. And could possibly happen again.
Right then. I do think I must go and…preen my feathers.
Italics idicate Good Omens text, buy Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. 94 words.
345 original words.
441 words total
Commnets/RP welcome
Generally speaking, how do people perceive you?
I am a business man. Indeed, I own my own business. A book shop in the heart of Soho. I specialize in rare and first editions. I have an extensive collection of misprinted Bibles. Crowley says the shop is really just a place to store my books, and down to the wire, I suppose he's right. To a point.
The shop is rather a bit more than that, you see. The shop is my livelihood. My humanity. It allows me to pose as a man while doing my moral angelic duty. Thwarting the wiles of man. Yes. I live among men, so that I can better serve Him, you see.
I'm a right friendly chap, if I do say so myself. I like people, I really do. I liked talking to people. I enjoy getting to know them. As long as they don't attempt to purchase a book from my shop. Really, my dear. I don't mess around with that.
A typical exchange might go something like this, you see:
I am the owner and only employee to work my shop. I rather like to greet my customers at the door. The shop is in Soho. A spot of friendliness goes a long way, you see. I like to touch people. Feel the warmth of their hands.
"Good day, my dear," I might say. "Won't you have some tea? Would you care for a biscuit?" I bake and brew daily, you see. For their convenience as well as my own. I don't need to eat, but I rather do enjoy it.
All is well, until they have to go and spoil it by actually choosing a book. A horrid smell might simply over take the shop. A rather loud, and unidentifiable noise, quite possibly from upstairs or down. If all else fails, the book may suddenly appear well worn and of poor condition.
It's very rare that I have to resort to more…drastic measures. But indeed, it has happened. And could possibly happen again.
Right then. I do think I must go and…preen my feathers.
Italics idicate Good Omens text, buy Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. 94 words.
345 original words.
441 words total
Commnets/RP welcome