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Cytaty z tagiem "sherlock-holmes" [41]
[ + Dodaj cytat]Oto portrety autorstwa urodzonego artysty, któremu widok nędzy zapadł głęboko w serce. Znałam dobrze to palące uczucie łączące wzrok, serce i dłoń.
Man makes plans and God laughs," Sherlock said.
We should've woken Maberley up," Matty pointed out. "Or at least taken 'is gun."
"Don't tell me that now," Sherlock muttered. "Tell me that half an hour ago.".
He knew that his brother was wrong in this respect, and Mycroft's insistence that the world would always be pretty much the way it was now worried him. There were changes ahead - big changes - and the world needed to be ready for them.
When were ice cream cones invented?" (The answer is that they were first mentioned in the year 1825, where they were said to have been made from "little waffles", so, when Sherlock and Mycroft have their ice creams in the park in the epilogue, it's all historically accurate.).
Very clever." Mycroft relaxed back into his chair. "Your mind is so sharp, Sherlock, that you will end up cutting yourself one day.".
He thought about what his brother had said, about him taking up a career in banking. He honestly couldn't see that happening. He wasn't going to go into the Civil Service, like his brother, either, and he certainly wasn't going to join the Army like his father. But what did that leave? Going back to sea? Setting up a trading company and importing foodstuffs and silk from China?
It suddenly occurred to him that the past few days, when he had been set a series of problems to solve and had pretty much solved them all, had been some of the best fun he'd had for ages. He liked solving problems. It satisfied an itch inside his brain. He had particularly liked seeing the expressions on the faces of von Webenau, Herr Holtzbrink, and Count Shucalow when he explained on his own brother's face when Mycroft had seen the cardboard model of the tower. It had been a thrill, and he wanted to see if he could get that thrill again. The problem was that he didn't see how he could make that into a career. The closest he could come to it would be joining the police force, but he really didn't see himself in uniform, and his experience of the police, albeit limited do far, was that they turned up at the scene of a crime, said some things that were already obvious to everyone, and arrested the nearest suspicious-looking men.
He had been lucky in the teachers he had met over the past two years - Amyus Crowe, Rufus Stone and Wu Chung. And Mycroft, of course, although his brother rarely gave the impression that he was teaching Sherlock anything, despite the fact that everything he said contained a lesson of some sort.
Mother doesn't like me eating in the street", he said apologetically. "She thinks I'll catch some terrible disease". "Maybe you're protecting yourself from disease, by eating the local food and playing with the local kids", Sherlock suggested. "maybe the people who wtay indoors all the time and isolate themselves from everythig are the ones who catch the first disease they encounter, rather than shrug it off" Cameron stared at him. "You know you think too much, don't you?".
A useful lesson for the future, he decided: if you looked like you weren't afraid, then animals, and maybe people, would treat you as if you actually weren't afraid.