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 Profesor Mon Editorial: Y si trabajas en la sección de prensa de la editorial, ¡pues ya te puedes pasar toda la semana borracho!

El otro día fui a casa de  neurona_muerta y sacamos del armario a raul_stark  me prestó un par de cómics americanos y la edición inglesa de Good Omens.

Sobre esta última debo citar:

" "The point is," said Crowley, "the point is. The point is." He tried to focus on Aziraphale.
"The point is," he said, and tried to think of a point.
"The point I'm trying to make," he said, brightening, "is the dolphins. That's my point."
"Kind of fish," said Aziraphale.
"Nononono," said Crowley, shaking a finger. "'S mammal. Your actual mammal. Difference is-"
Crowley waded through the swamp of his mind and tried to remember the difference. "Difference is,
they-"
"Mate out of water?" volunteered Aziraphale.
Crowley's brow furrowed. "Don't think so. Pretty sure that's not it. Something about their young.
Whatever." He pulled himself together. "The point is. The point is. Their brains."
He reached for a bottle.
"What about their brains?" said the angel.
"Big brains. That's my point. Size of. Size of. Size of damn big brains. And then there's the whales.
Brain city, take it from me. Whole damn sea full of brains." "

" "Listen," said Crowley urgently, "the point is that when the bird has worn the mountain down to
nothing, right, then-"
Aziraphale opened his mouth. Crowley just knew he was going to make some point about the
relative hardness of birds' beaks and granite mountains, and plunged on quickly.
"-then you still won't have finished watching The Sound of Music."
Aziraphale froze.
"And you'll enjoy it," Crowley said relentlessly. "You really will."
"My dear boy-"
"You won't have a choice."
"Listen"
"Heaven has no taste."
"Now-"
"And not one single sushi restaurant." "

Y toda la escena, en realidad, después de la cual me es imposible no shippear al ángel y al demonio. Ni reirme a carcajadas mientras leo en el tren.

Lo que me recuerda, hablando de borrachos, la siguiente frase de hace ya un año:

Ari: Amebas, seres unicelurales. Ya sabes: un móvil.

Con respecto al señor de la cita que abre este post, debo decir que es muy probable que acabe enamorada de él antes de que acabe el curso. Estudió filología inglesa, traduce libros, dejo de editarlos porque le quitaba las ganas de escribir los suyos propios y es un ejemplo de que se puede trabajar en algo que te guste tras hacer filología. Y tiene rizos, ¡qué más puedo decir!.

*estruja su Spiderman anti-estrés*