I am not named for Mycroft MASON. Rather, we both were named for Mycroft Holmes, elder brother of the fictional detective. Mycroft was smarter than Sherlock, almost omniscient, and with his greater wisdom mocked his brother’s attempts to champion justice. Mycroft Holmes spent his days gazing out through the windows of the Diogenes club, watching the infinite tapestry of urban life, and doing nothing, save when government commanded.
As I mentioned earlier.
I'm steadily becoming convinced that this book is very Wolfean in nature. It's dense and in some spots hard to work through, but all the pieces are explained very clearly. I wonder if Marc Aramini has done any reading of it.
