Dalí was not, in fact, a Moor. Newton is just treating Spaniards with a pejorative disdain.
Technically, this cemetery holds all of the remains of de Sade save for his head. This was exhumed by phrenologists for examination, the results of which study placed phrenology firmly on a rigorous footing, distancing it from other, clearly absurd, scientific disciplines.
“Oh, my blessed one, what pleasure you give me! Ah, dear love, I burn with lubricity!” – Marquis de Sade, Philosophy in the Bedroom
– Count Dolby von Luckner
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Freshly busted out of prison courtesy of Eugene Debs, Frederick and Newton must race to Paris to stop Salvador Dali from drawing on the one soul depraved enough to power his unspeakably wicked Libido Gate. But who is the source, and will our heroes more or less figure out what they’re doing in time to stop him?
– The Scholars
De Sade? Did he just say DE SADE?
Indeed, he did. Really, if you’re powering a device called the Libido Gate without using the soul of a wanton eighteenth century libertine/philosopher, then you might as well just not power it at all.
– DvL