@gilgamushroom is a hundred million percent correct, and not exaggerating in any way. XD I absolutely love CHAS. Such a good story.
(Though...perhaps I'm faltering in my Sherlockian memory, but I thought the goatee was in "His Last Bow" when he had to be in disguise as the Irish-American Altamont [named after Arthur Conan Doyle's father, by the way—Charles Altamont Doyle]. Was he wearing a goatee in CHAS as well? o.O)
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the granada holmes version of the norwood builder makes me go INSANE bc in the original canon watson sees holmes is a mess but it's holmes that suggests they go out and try to solve the case that's bothering him, telling watson to eat before they go. in this version watson just accepts that holmes isn't gonna eat anything and let's him get on with it, taking his instructions.
now in the granada version when watson comes across holmes in a state he, first, picks up holmes' violin that he threw on the floor and gently places it on his chair, but then says "let us have some breakfast, then go out together and see what we can do" while pouring holmes some tea. not only is it watson suggesting that try to solve the case this time (recognising how badly it's affecting holmes and knowing that his support will energise holmes while in this stupor) but he also makes an effort to make sure holmes has something to eat before they go. the scene is no longer watson taking directions from holmes but him taking charge and taking care of holmes when he needs it most
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The Return of Sherlock Holmes -
I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in amazement, and then it appears I must have fainted for the first and last time in my life. Certainly a grey mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.
"My dear Watson," said the well-remembered voice, "I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea you would be so affected-"
I'm afraid to say that I didn't allow him to finish his sentence. Overcome with emotions, I stood up shakily from my chair, and clung to him, my hands digging into his back. Holmes tensed, and then relaxed, placing a hand on my shoulder, "My dear Watson..." he murmured, as I extricated myself from him.
How I wish I could have held onto him longer, but it would be improper of me to behave as such. I steadied myself, and studied him. Holmes looked even thinner and keener than of old, but there was a dead-white tinge in his aquiline face that told me that his life
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Watson.Greentext
> be me
> roommate hasn't been around the house much
> this is normal, he's a weird guy
> he comes home for breakfast with a giant spiked spear under his arm
> concern.jpg
> me: did you walk all the way here with that?
> him: i took a taxi actually
> he starts on breakfast like he hasn't eaten in days
> him: exercising in the morning is really good for you. want to guess what i did this morning?
> i can't even start to comprehend this man much less predict his actions
> him: i spent all morning stabbing a dead pig
i think i'm in love with him. what do i do
(Based on this segment from The Adventure of Black Peter)
The Return of Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
The first positive sign which he gave me of the direction which his investigation was taking was an extraordinary one. He had gone out before breakfast, and I had sat down to mine when he strode into the room, his hat upon his head and a huge barbed-headed spear tucked like an umbrella under his arm.
“Good gracious, Holmes!” I cried. “You don’t mean to say that you have been walking about London with that thing?”
“I drove to the butcher’s and back.”
“The butcher’s?”
“And I return with an excellent appetite. There can be no question, my dear Watson, of the value of exercise before breakfast. But I am prepared to bet that you will not guess the form that my exercise has taken.”
“I will not attempt it.”
He chuckled as he poured out the coffee.
“If you could have looked into Allardyce’s back shop, you would have seen a dead pig swung from a hook in the ceiling, and a gentleman in his shirt sleeves furiously stabbing at it with this weapon. I was that energetic person, and I have satisfied myself that by no exertion of my strength can I transfix the pig with a single blow. Perhaps you would care to try?”
“Not for worlds. But why were you doing this?”
“Because it seemed to me to have an indirect bearing upon the mystery of Woodman’s Lee. Ah, Hopkins, I got your wire last night, and I have been expecting you. Come and join us.”
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"For heaven's sake, don't abandon me, Mr. Holmes! If they come to arrest me before I have fnished my story, make them give me time, so that I may tell you the whole truth. I could go to gaol happy if I knew that you were working for me outside."
"Arrest you!" said Holmes. "This is really most grati-- most interesting." [...]
My companion's expressive face showed a sympathy which was not, I am afraid, unmixed with satisfaction.
tact certainly isn't always holmes' forte
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