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April 5 - April 10, 2025
the most winning woman I ever knew was hanged for poisoning three little children for their insurance-money, and the most repellant man of my acquaintance is a philanthropist who has spent nearly a quarter of a million upon the London poor.”
A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two who had never seen each other before that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other.
Mr. Sholto, it is my duty to inform you that anything which you may say will be used against you. I arrest you in the queen’s name as being concerned in the death of your brother.” “There, now! Didn’t I tell you!” cried the poor little man, throwing out his hands, and looking from one to the other of us. “Don’t trouble yourself about it, Mr. Sholto,” said Holmes. “I think that I can engage to clear you of the charge.” “Don’t promise too much, Mr. Theorist,—don’t promise too much!” snapped the detective. “You may find it a harder matter than you think.” “Not only will I clear him, Mr. Jones,
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The is the piece of the plot that most resembles that of Star Trek VI. The director, Nicholas Meyer, seems to be a Sherlock Holmes fan. He wrote a 1974 novel, "The Seven-Per-Cent Solution: Being a Reprint from the Reminiscenses of John H. Watson, M.D.", made into a movie directed by Herbert Ross in 1976. Meyer is also a fan of H.G. Wells, whom he made into a real character in his own time travel movie from 1979, "Time After Time," starring Malcolm McDowell.
the chief proof of man’s real greatness lies in his perception of his own smallness.
I never remember feeling tired by work, though idleness exhausts me completely.
“Women are never to be entirely trusted,—not the best of them.” I did not pause to argue over this atrocious sentiment.
“And two knight-errants to the rescue,” added Miss Morstan, with a bright glance at me.
I have never known him so brilliant. He spoke on a quick succession of subjects,—on miracle-plays, on medieval pottery, on Stradivarius violins, on the Buddhism of Ceylon, and on the war-ships of the future,—handling each as though he had made a special study of it.
One of our greatest statesmen has said that a change of work is the best rest.
“Dirty-looking rascals, but I suppose every one has some little immortal spark concealed about him.
“Some one calls him a soul concealed in an animal,”
Our boilers were strained to their utmost, and the frail shell vibrated and creaked with the fierce energy which was driving us along.
The fugitive sprang out, but his stump instantly sank its whole length into the sodden soil. In vain he struggled and writhed. Not one step could he possibly take either forwards or backwards. He yelled in impotent rage, and kicked frantically into the mud with his other foot, but his struggles only bored his wooden pin the deeper into the sticky bank.
She looked at me with a quick, questioning smile. “Why do you say that?” she asked. “Because you are within my reach again,” I said, taking her hand. She did not withdraw it. “Because I love you, Mary, as truly as ever a man loved a woman. Because this treasure, these riches, sealed my lips. Now that they are gone I can tell you how I love you. That is why I said, ‘Thank God.’” “Then I say, ‘Thank God,’ too,” she whispered, as I drew her to my side. Whoever had lost a treasure, I knew that night that I had gained one.