“Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected cheque in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homy restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to lie down this street or that one? I just love it. I could spend my life arriving each evening in a new city.”—Bill Bryson (via thresca)
“Characters can be awesome in all sorts of different ways! For instance, I am really not sure that Sherlock Holmes is smarter than Watson. (I speak purely of the Arthur Conan Doyle stories here, in several adaptations Watson’s obviously meant to be an amiable idiot.) Watson’s a doctor, for one thing, which usually indicates a certain amount of smarts. Watson’s more socially and emotionally intelligent, for certain. And Watson knows a lot of things Holmes doesn’t, like ‘The earth revolves around the sun, Sherlock,’ and ‘THAT COCAINE IS BAD FOR YOU, SHERLOCK.’ Watson, being a nice, unsuspicious and not all that observant guy, is simply not as good at sleuthing as Sherlock. Which is fair enough, sleuthing is Sherlock’s job. If the Holmes stories focused on a medical practise, Sherlock would be ‘Watson’s flatmate who occasionally shows up and is a smartass. Plus is on the coke.’”—
Sarah Rees Brennan (in a great essay at sarahtales)
Finally there’s somebody agreeing with me on this point ;-)
So now I’m working on Sherlock: The Musical to correct this problem. Give me a day or two, and I promise you a bunch of cracked-out, ridiculousness. With perhaps a touch of sap thrown in for good measure.
I feel like the bromancy quirkyness of the relationship between BBC!verse John and Sherlock is encompassed rather well in “The Bereft Man’s Song” by Crash Test Dummies (especially as Sherlock thinks of John):
“Mornings we have toast and tea I gaze across the table,…