1 Work in Edward Carpenter (1844-1929)
“So,” Crowley begins. “Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman, eh?” He laughs.
Aziraphale smiles. “Yes, quite an interesting pair, I’m sure.”
“And Oscar Wilde and. You.” Crowley picks at the rim of his glass with his nail.
The one where Aziraphale has slept with a lot of poets.