Arthur narrowly avoided tripping over his own skirt as he hurried out of the ladies’ powder room in full pursuit.
Graham MooreTags: humour
The bar was crowded with theorizing Sherlockians, who in the absence of any actual evidence had created grand machinations to explain the crime. Minor points of canonical disagreement became reasons for brutal murder. Some tried to piece together their theories in small groups, hoping that with enough brainpower and expertise they might arrive at a solution. Others jumped straight over the “investigation” phase and landed square at the end of the story they were creating, instantly accusing the man across the table of some vile treachery. And, moreover, actually employing phrases like “vile treachery” in doing so. Everyone was a suspect. But at the world’s largest Sherlockian gathering, everyone was a detective as well.
Graham MooreTags: humour
Let’s be honest— I think one of you people did this. I think one of your giddy, delusional pals killed Cale and stole my diary. Probably for some obsessive, arcane, and pointless reason. The twisted tosser is most likely building a shrine to the thing right now, praying to it like a dusty Ganesha. I’m going to need someone who is—how shall I put this?–similarly disposed in order to get the diary back.
Graham MooreTags: humour
A mystifying sensation of loneliness shook him. Arthur had been alone before, to be sure, but to be alone while surrounded by people, the one sane man in a mad place - that was loneliness.
Graham MooreTags: sherlock-holmes loneliness sherlockian
There is an undeniable exhilaration in moment of even the smallest discovery
Graham MooreTags: sherlock-holmes discovery sherlockian
Watson is a cheap, efficient little sod of a literary device. Holmes doesn't need him to solve crimes any more than he needs a ten-stone ankle weight. The audience, Arthur. The audience needs Watson as an intermediary, so that Holmes's thoughts might be forever kept just out of reach. If you told stories from Holmes's perspective, everyone would know what the bleeding genius was thinking the whole time. They'd have the culprit fingered on page one.
Graham MooreTags: writing sherlock-holmes literature watson
Gray fall light came through the nine square glass panes. On days like this, the strips of white wood that separated the glass seemed brighter to the eye than did the window light.
Graham MooreTags: sherlock-holmes light sherlockian
Amazing, really, to think of what a man could achieve with the simple ability to put pen to paper and spin a decent yarn.
Graham MooreTags: writing sherlock-holmes literature sherlockian
Paranoid theorizing was too easy, too emotionally satisfying.
Graham MooreIt takes a shock to the system, doesn't it, to make a man realize what good things he has.
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