Some live-blogging
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victorian221bSo I’m reading Lyndsay Faye’s The Whole Art of Detection, a collection of Holmes pastiches, and it’s wonderful. A proper review will follow, but for now some live-blogging.
There’s a story written from Holmes POV, Memoranda Upon The Gaskell Blackmailing Dilemma, in which Holmes is working on a blackmailing case, having sent Watson away with Sir Henry to Dartmoor. Holmes fretting and missing his Watson and worrying about him is precious. I’ll just leave some of this goodness here:
“I wish the doctor were here. His advice would be invaluable—gallantry, thy name is Dr. John H. Watson. For all he was too thin and far too rootless and melancholy, he may as well have stepped down off a white charger that day at St. Bart’s years ago.”
“I found that he had neglected to pack his woolen muffler, despite the fact it is nearly October. Is this the act of a prudent medical practitioner? Honestly, he can be very trying at times.
I gave it to Mrs. Hudson to send by the first post on the morrow.”
“I hope his revolver is in his pocket. I told him never to be without it, and he generally follows my instructions, but a hound (whether supernatural or the common garden variety) can tear a man’s throat out.”
“Also, if Watson is dedicated to writing me detailed reports, then by God I am going to read them.”
“It fast approaches midnight. All is in readiness. Mrs. Hudson has finally retired, after accusing me of “pining”.”
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There’s a story written from Holmes POV, Memoranda Upon The Gaskell Blackmailing Dilemma, in which Holmes is working on a blackmailing case, having sent Watson away with Sir Henry to Dartmoor. Holmes fretting and missing his Watson and worrying about him is precious. I’ll just leave some of this goodness here:
“I wish the doctor were here. His advice would be invaluable—gallantry, thy name is Dr. John H. Watson. For all he was too thin and far too rootless and melancholy, he may as well have stepped down off a white charger that day at St. Bart’s years ago.”
“I found that he had neglected to pack his woolen muffler, despite the fact it is nearly October. Is this the act of a prudent medical practitioner? Honestly, he can be very trying at times.
I gave it to Mrs. Hudson to send by the first post on the morrow.”
“I hope his revolver is in his pocket. I told him never to be without it, and he generally follows my instructions, but a hound (whether supernatural or the common garden variety) can tear a man’s throat out.”
“Also, if Watson is dedicated to writing me detailed reports, then by God I am going to read them.”
“It fast approaches midnight. All is in readiness. Mrs. Hudson has finally retired, after accusing me of “pining”.”
👌👌👌👌👌
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