Thing great about him is that instead of talking loudly and using hand gestures when he's mad, he just talks real fast to cram in his 50,000+ word opus on the horrors of corruption.
My nipples are hard. The purple prose can get a bit much, but in those moments just imagine he's in leather armour hacking away with a longsword at the pale sweaty minions of the Sheriff of Republingtonham.
