#john carnby

Vincent Price || Bloody || ‘The Return Of The Sorcerer’ episode, “Night Gallery” || 1972 || gif

Vincent Price || Photoset #3 of 3; Photoset #1 & #2 || ‘The Return Of The Sorcerer’ episode, “Night Gallery” || 1972 || 10 pix

The scene in the 1st & 2nd photos wasn’t really done in a funny manner, but it just sounded funny. XD

Vincent Price || Photoset #2 of 3; Photoset #1 & #3 || ‘The Return Of The Sorcerer’ episode, “Night Gallery” || 1972 || 10 pix

Vincent Price || Photoset #1 of 3; Photoset #2 & #3 || ‘The Return Of The Sorcerer’ episode, “Night Gallery” || 1972 || 10 pix

When I found myself in the presence of John Carnby, my jubilation was still somewhat further diminished; though I could not have given a tangible reason for the premonitory chill, the dull, sombre feeling of alarm that I experienced, and the leaden sinking of my spirits. Perhaps it was the dark library in which he received me as much as the man himself — a room whose musty shadows could never have been wholly dissipated by sun or lamplight. Indeed, it must have been this; for John Carnby himself was very much the sort of person I had pictured him to be. He had all the earmarks of the lonely scholar who has devoted patient years to some line of erudite research. He was thin and bent, with a massive forehead and a mane of grizzled hair; and the pallor of the library was on his hollow, clean-shaven cheeks. But coupled with this, there was a nerve-shattered air, a fearful shrinking that was more than the normal shyness of a recluse, and an unceasing apprehensiveness that betrayed itself in every glance of his dark-ringed, feverish eyes and every movement of his bony hands. In all likelihood his health had been seriously impaired by over-application; and I could not help but wonder at the nature of the studies that had made him a tremulous wreck. But there was something about him — perhaps the width of his bowed shoulders and the bold aquilinity of his facial outlines — which gave the impression of great former strength and a vigor not yet wholly exhausted. — From "The Return of the Sorcerer" (1931), by Clark Ashton Smith.