Sherlock Holmes: A Summary
“My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?”
“I don’t know.”
“Neither do I.”
I’m angry. It’s okay, John. There’s nothing unusual in that, that’s the way he made everyone feel. All the marks on my table and the noise. Firing guns off at one in the morning. Bloody specimens in my fridge. Imagine! Keeping bodies where there’s food. And the fighting! Drove me up the wall with all his carryings on!
Yeah, listen. I’m not actually that angry, okay?
When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield.
You’re not haunted by the war, Dr. Watson. You miss it.