Foie gras

Rainsford woke up to a sharp pain in his back. He groaned as he rolled over in bed. He immediately regretted this decision. His entire body ached from the tiring swim he took yesterday. Still groggy from waking up, he thought about what had happened in the past three days. He cursed himself for falling off the yacht to save a stupid pipe. He slowly got out of the general’s comfy bed and walked into the general’s bathroom. He took his time clean himself up and delicately treated his wounds. He…

easily solved, often by unrealistic coincidences (Booth 104). He wanted to create a scientifically accurate crime-solver, but instead he found himself stuck to with a commercial detective he resented. He described his dislike of Sherlock to pâté de foie gras, “of which I once ate too much, so that the name of it gives me a sickly feeling to this day” (“Arthur Conan Doyle”). Because Conan Doyle grew to hate the detective stories so strongly, he often knowingly wrote discrepancies in the stories…