Sherlock HolmesAs he spoke, he whipped a tape measure and a large round magnifying glass from his pocket. With these two implements, he trotted noiselessly about the room, sometimes stopping, occasionally kneeling and once lying flat upon his face. So engrossed was he with his occupation that he appeared to have forgotten our presence for he chattered away to himself under his breath the whole time, keeping up a running fire of exclamations, groans, whistles and little cries suggestive of encouragement and hope. As I watched him, I was irresistibly reminded of a well-trained foxhound, as it dashes backward and forward through the covert, whining in its eagerness, until it comes across the lost scent.
  • A Study in Scarlet, 1891
  • Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Holmes is pure anesthesia." Christopher Morley
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