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If i had to write BBC Sherlock as out of character as possible, I’d make John beat Sherlock to a pulp, mrs Hudson speed across London in an Aston Martin, Mycroft throw up from seeing violence and Sherlock confess his love to a woman.
So. Is Sherlock Holmes' monograph entitled 'Practical Handbook of Bee Culture, with Some Observations upon the Segregation of the Queen' because of a letter that Arthur Conan Doyle got from a rabid fangirl, or...?
It’s late, this week is still terrible, and I’ve got some time to consider a question that has been much on my mind of late: why is it that I love watching Jeremy Brett handle paper? I’m taking it up now partly because it was always my intention, after finishing the rewatch, to write up a post about why Jeremy Brett was the definitive 20th century Sherlock Holmes. But every time I start such a post, I think, oh what’s the point, it’s all already been said, by myself even, and anyway there’s too much. I’ve formulated a hypothesis, though, which is that if I can explain why Brett’s interaction with paper is so important to my enjoyment of this show, I will probably in the process be demonstrating what it was that made his Sherlock Holmes so unique and indelible. So follow me, friends, while I unfold my crackpot theories about the romance of the material text and how it binds us to the Master Paper-Handler.
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Thanks James Krasner, you get it
Kicking off the holiday season with some Christmas mice! Basil of Baker Street would be on my hear me out cake
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Holmes and Watson are two men who have a pathological need to be in everyone else’s business at all time. Very sweet that they found each other.
Do you prefer tea or coffee?
Coffee. Mark handles the tea. SM
It’s you.
A lil typography for the words that haunt me at night