I might be the only person in this comments sections that doesn't find Llewellyn's fingernails THAT repulsing. It seems rather trivial in the great scheme of events. Well, I might be just used to that sight since I'm re-reading. And this is some great decision of mine since now it feels like the early chapters are littered with details foreshadowing future revelations.
Mhmm.
Spoiler!
He despises when smells are mixing with each other.
Satire is my ambrosia and your tears are my nectar. Foul sense of humor laced with cynicism and inexhaustible speech flow. Fond of Nutella and being a nuisance. Liberté, égalité, crème brûlée.