"I often summon him up. He is wearing his Moorish dressing gown and the leather slippers with turned-up toes. Sometimes while pouring water from the measuring cup with one hand, he rubs his nose with the other, rubs it so hard that you can hear the cartilage crack. Then he rubs something else out, into my waiting jowls.”

Oh, Dimmer ... do not slander the Saul! Henderson the Rain King is one of my favorite novels.