Sir Arthur Conan Doyle named so many characters James.
James was his go to name like really he named Moriarty’s brother James.
Let me rephrase that, he named…
Casual reminder that Sherlock staring at John’s chair and missing him is canon. (via frecklestherobot)
The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action which I can recall in our association. I was alone.
That idiot was always going off and getting married… It never lasted… He always ended up back in that chair.
“There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons.”
Illustration by Howard K. Elcock for “The Adventure of the Three Garridebs”, The Strand Magazine, January 1925.Remember, kids: don’t shoot Watson. Ever.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It’s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?”
People will definitely talk now.
The address is 221B Baker Street
Restaurant, London, England
photo via carolina
By the way, who taught you how to dance?
Today’s Edit: Happy Birthday Sherlock Holmes
….forgot to post this one cuz I was dying of The-Sign-Of-Three-shock…damn
He said that he would acquire no knowledge which did not bear upon his object. Therefore all the knowledge which he possessed was such as would be useful to him. I enumerated in my own mind all the various points upon which he had shown me that he was exceptionally well informed. I even took a pencil and jotted them down. I could not help smiling at the document when I had completed it. It ran this way:
sir arthur conan doyle kills off sherlock holmes - december 1893
“I never thought they would take it so much to heart,” he said later. “I got letters from all over the world reproaching me on the subject. One, I remember, from a lady whom I did not know, began ‘You Beast.’
” In the eyes of many, Holmes lives ever on : by warm firesides, on cozy sofas, in dark, flashlight-lit bedrooms, in the back yards during summer afternoons, in large armchairs on rainy days, in libraries and classrooms, in conversation, and in our living rooms,…he lives on, as we read”
– Vincent Starrett