Top Ten Best Professor Philip Purcell Quotes from Candyman Series
The Top Ten
1 Do I believe in Candyman? I believe in the myth. But the fact? The flesh and blood? No. I'm afraid not.
2 Candyman,Candyman,Candyman,Candyman,Candyman.Well,that is a relief.My publisher would never have forgiven me.Imagine the headlines:"Cambridge Scholar Eviscerated with Hook on Book Tour."
3 Look, Ethan, I've seen this happen before. People get sucked into the myth... Daniel Robitaille has been dead and buried for a very long time... I'm sorry. I can't help you... You're as crazy as your father was.
4 He died for love...Daniel Robitaille...artist by trade...commissioned...to paint...portrait...thugs chase the...man...sawed off his right hand with a rusty blade...honeycomb smeared over his bleeding,mutilated body...the bees came for him.He died for love
5 ...they fell deeply in love,and she became pregnant...poor Candyman.The father executed a terrible revenge.He paid...brutal hooligans to do the deed...chased Candyman...to Cabrini-Green,where they proceeded to saw off his right hand with a rusty blade.
6 No one came to his [Candyman] aid.But this was just the beginning of his ordeal.Nearby there was an apiary.Dozens of hives,filled with hungry bees.They smashed the hives and stole the honeycomb...and smeared it over his prone,naked body.
7 Candyman was stung to death by the bees. They burned his body on a giant pyre and then scattered his ashes over Cabrini-Green.
8 [Candyman]had a prodigious talent as an artist...much sought after when it came to...documenting of...wealth...position in society in a portrait.It was in this latter capacity...commissioned by a wealthy landowner to capture his daughter's virginal beauty
9 The legend first appeared in 1890.Candyman...the son of a slave.His father had amassed a considerable fortune...designing a device for the mass-producing of shoes after the Civil War.Candyman...sent to the best schools and had grown up in polite society.
10 His resurrection began as rumour...grew into myth. Say his name five times in the mirror and he would appear. A hook had replaced his severed hand. Sorrow and hate fill his eyes. Bees buzz about his lips.
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