Believe you me, on second thought the more I think about Sherlock’s situation, the more the fun festival just keeps on growing. It’s like his disappearance was a revelation, it was a reckoning. Basically, it all amounts to different strokes for different folks.
Lastly, Sherlock might have made a wish and said, “Oh, now I’m backed into a corner, and can’t devise a way out. I could sure use a deus ex machina right about now, but that’s doubly hard to get.”
The captain threw the cigarette to the ground and smashed it with the tip of his shoe, as an Apicius, an Ogygian disaster who dedicated his life to seeking out new taste sensations in the restaurants and hotels of Manhattan, walked by.
All three sat there moaning and wishing