Yes, Aziraphale's being funny butchering the poor French language, but did you really consider what it means?
He speaks every language in the world. He could decide at any moment that from now on his French is perfect and fluent. But he doesn't want to. Not just because he likes to do things as humans do.
But because it is something he did. Not a celestial or miraculous gift. It has nothing to do with he's being an angel. He chose to be imperfect, he, who's always so worried about what others think about him. He worked hard for his horrible French. It's his. His making. His hard labour, his prize. It's said French is the language of love. Knowing this Aziraphale worked really hard to learn love.
To express his love. To communicate his love. It's maybe imperfect, it's maybe ridiculous, but this is his way.
But Crowley understands. Understands, because for 250 years Aziraphale has been wittering on about the plume of his imaginary Tante.
For the last 250 years Aziraphale has been communicating his love to Crowley. Imperfect, stuttered, hard to understand. But his way.
Nice addition that he attended to Monsieur Rossignol's night class.
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I thought for a good second that Donnie was about to wack Leo in the head... 😭
Oh, he absolutely would if they were in different circumstances~
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Gideon the Ninth, Nona the Ninth and Harrow's portions of HtN are all written in limited third person; Gideon's chapters in HtN are the only example of first person. Despite this, most readers are effectively tricked into reading it as second person because of the way all of her thoughts are directed to Harrow. We look into Gideon's head and, quite fucking literally, "there is no me without you." I love this book so fucking much.
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