Quotes About Prunesquallor

Prunesquallor, as urbane as ever, had nevertheless something in his fish-like eyes that might almost be described as determination. One glance at his sister was sufficient to make him realize that to attempt to reason with her would be about as fruitful as to try to christianize a vulture.

Prunesquallor was in his study.

Doctor Prunesquallor was running a long tapering finger up and down a stalactite of wax and smiling horribly.