I liked the book but even more I liked Holms in it. And yes, Guy Richie was right: their Holmes is the true one to original.

"The division seems rather unfair," I remarked. "You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?"
"For me," said Sherlock... more

"The division seems rather unfair," I remarked. "You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?"
"For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine- bottle." And he stretched his long white hand up for it.
(c)
:'((((

One of our greatest statesmen has said that a change of work is the best rest (c)
My mom used to tell me that.

Watson, you have never yet recognized my merits as a housekeeper.
(c)
A pity that is lol

"Holmes!" I exclaimed. "You here! But where is the old man?"
"Here is the old man," said he, holding out a heap of white hair. "Here he is,--wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all. I thought my disguise... more

"Holmes!" I exclaimed. "You here! But where is the old man?"
"Here is the old man," said he, holding out a heap of white hair. "Here he is,--wig, whiskers, eyebrows, and all. I thought my disguise was pretty good, but I hardly expected that it would stand that test."
(c) LOL
+ Holmes has dark eyes. Thanks for that.

After you was gone he walked and he walked, up and down, and up and down, until I was weary of the sound of his footstep. Then I heard him talking to himself and muttering (c)
I won't even bother to... more

After you was gone he walked and he walked, up and down, and up and down, until I was weary of the sound of his footstep. Then I heard him talking to himself and muttering (c)
I won't even bother to type the matching quote from the movie.

It is that the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. It argues, you see, a power of comparison and of appreciation which is in itself a proof of nobility... more

It is that the chief proof of man's real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness. It argues, you see, a power of comparison and of appreciation which is in itself a proof of nobility. (c)

Now I must kick off my boots and stockings.--Just you carry them down with you, Watson. I am going to do a little climbing. (c)
What a multi-tasker *sigh*

Toby proved to an ugly, long-haired, lop-eared creature, half spaniel and half lurcher, brown-and-white in color, with a very clumsy waddling gait. It accepted after some hesitation a lump of sugar... more

Toby proved to an ugly, long-haired, lop-eared creature, half spaniel and half lurcher, brown-and-white in color, with a very clumsy waddling gait. It accepted after some hesitation a lump of sugar which the old naturalist handed to me, and, having thus sealed an alliance, it followed me to the cab, and made no difficulties about accompanying me. (c)
^________________^

Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with the treasure. How's that?"
"On which the dead man very considerately got up... more

Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with the treasure. How's that?"
"On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside." (c)
Oh I love this guy! <3

I don't know none o' your friends."
"Oh, yes you do, McMurdo," cried Sherlock Holmes, genially. "I don't think you can have forgotten me. Don't you remember the amateur who fought three rounds with... more

I don't know none o' your friends."
"Oh, yes you do, McMurdo," cried Sherlock Holmes, genially. "I don't think you can have forgotten me. Don't you remember the amateur who fought three rounds with you at Alison's rooms on the night of your benefit four years back?"
"Not Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" roared the prize-fighter. "God's truth! how could I have mistook you? If instead o' standin' there so quiet you had just stepped up and given me that cross- hit of yours under the jaw, I'd ha' known you without a question. Ah, you're one that has wasted your gifts, you have! You might have aimed high, if you had joined the fancy."
Haha, that's the one I was waiting for! So Sherlock was a martial artist and a pretty unforgetable one as we can see xD

Sherlock Holmes was never at fault, however, and he muttered the names as the cab rattled through squares and in and out by tortuous by-streets.
"Rochester Row," said he. "Now Vincent Square. Now we... more

Sherlock Holmes was never at fault, however, and he muttered the names as the cab rattled through squares and in and out by tortuous by-streets.
"Rochester Row," said he. "Now Vincent Square. Now we come out on the Vauxhall Bridge Road. We are making for the Surrey side, apparently. Yes, I thought so. Now we are on the bridge. You can catch glimpses of the river." (c)
The source and the reason for Sherlock in the movie "why you bothered to bend my eyes at all?" xD

I cannot live without brain-work. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and... more

I cannot live without brain-work. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the dun- colored houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material? What is the use of having powers, doctor, when one has no field upon which to exert them? Crime is commonplace, existence is commonplace, and no qualities save those which are commonplace have any function upon earth (c) the book
======> My mind rebels at stagnation.
Give me problems. Give me work. There's nothing of interest for me
out there, on earth, at all. (c) the movie
*yawns*

Look at the thousands of scratches all round the hole,--marks where the key has slipped. What sober man's key could have scored those grooves? But you will never see a drunkard's watch without them... more

Look at the thousands of scratches all round the hole,--marks where the key has slipped. What sober man's key could have scored those grooves? But you will never see a drunkard's watch without them. He winds it at night, and he leaves these traces of his unsteady hand. (c)
The source of the Holmes & Watson's conversation about Rearden's watch *rolleyes* Hey guys, do you have any fantasy? Writing your own story you could actually write and not compose it from different original books :P

Would you think me impertinent if I were to put your theories to a more severe test?"
"On the contrary," he answered, "it would prevent me from taking a second dose of cocaine.
xD

"You have an extraordinary genius for minutiae," I remarked.
"I appreciate their importance. (c)
That's where Sherlock and Mary's conversation about tiny details came from.

I examine the data, as an expert, and pronounce a specialist's opinion. I claim no credit in such cases. My name figures in no newspaper. The work itself, the pleasure of finding a field for my... more

I examine the data, as an expert, and pronounce a specialist's opinion. I claim no credit in such cases. My name figures in no newspaper. The work itself, the pleasure of finding a field for my peculiar powers, is my highest reward. (c) Holmes

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel- piece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and... more

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel- piece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined arm-chair with a long sigh of satisfaction.
"Which is it today?" I asked,--"morphine or cocaine?"
He raised his eyes languidly from the old black-letter volume which he had opened. "It is cocaine," he said.
(c)
The Saint Sherlock Holmes as he is *rolleyes*

Listening to the audio book during my drive.

So far, I like this better than A Study in Scarlet.

10% of the way through the Complete Sherlock Holmes. 99 cents well spent!

Struggling to forget the smatterings of season 2 spoilers I saw last night. Hopefully some more reading will do the trick.

Did not like it as much as A Study in Scarlet but it was pretty good nonetheless. Many more Sherlock Holmes stories to go.

back to Holes & Watson #2 novel

hmmm, i guess i didn't know that 'bout you Holmes. *tsk*tsk*

Next an Arthur Conan Doyle read #classics

Wraping it up while finishing up some sandals and gaunlets!

Continuing my journey into the worlds of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle!

Sherlock Holmes begins this novel by shooting up cocaine, and ends it by saying that the drug is reward enough for his efforts. An entertaining story in-between.

Comecei ontem.