I’ve recently started on the return of Sherlock Holmes, Granada. Jeremy Brett’s charm, their interactions and Watson not getting married for some reason got me fully indulged. Also it’s just plain lovely to watch
(Something something queerness was considered a form of insanity in the Victorian era something something mostly I am just Moved by Holmes having a crisis of confidence and needing reassurance before he can go to sleep)
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It was late that night when Holmes returned from his solitary excursion. We slept in a double-bedded room, which was the best that the little country inn could do for us. I was already asleep when I was partly awakened by his entrance.
"Well, Holmes," I murmured, "have you found anything out?"
He stood beside me in silence, his candle in his hand. Then the tall, lean figure inclined towards me. "I say, Watson," he whispered, "would you be afraid to sleep in the same room with a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?"
"Not in the least," I answered in astonishment.
"Ah, that's lucky," he said, and not another word would he utter that night.
plus some of the drawings i made while writing it! theres plenty more but id rather not spoil the chapter so soon. the boris drawing is all the way from march 4th and the last alice one is from less than an hour ago