You translate it, please. I have worked hard to forget what Greek I once knew.
To continue with the analogy, my perspective, my brush technique, my use of colour and shade, are all entirely different from his. The subject is essentially the same; it is the eyes and the hands of the artist that change.
I am watching bees.
When we arrived at his cottage we had known each other forever.
Don’t stride so, Russell!” Holmes whispered fiercely. “Throw your boots out in front of you as you walk and let your elbows stick out a bit. It would help if you let your mouth hang open stupidly, and for God’s sake take off your glasses, at least until we get out of town. I won’t allow you to walk into anything. Do you think you could persuade your nose to drip a bit, just for the effect?
He was a talkative man and jabbered away the whole time as his horse meandered about the road. It saved us from having to construct a story for him, though by the time he left us in Banbury, I was most weary of smiling stupidly out from under my hat brim and trying not to squint. As his wagon pulled away, I turned to Holmes. “Next time we do this, I will play the deaf old woman and you can laugh at rude jests for an hour.
The lust for murder is not a rational thing. In queens, it is an instinctual response.
Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.
Oddly enough, the very considerations that had made marriage impossible for him were mirrored in my own being: a rabidly independent nature, an impatience with lesser minds, total unconventionality, and the horror of being saddled with someone who would need cosseting and protection – the.
You did tell me what a very superior sort of mind your friend has. What a pity he was born trapped in a man’s body.
For a man who claimed not to care much for women, Mr Holmes sure found some strong ones.
Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one’s awareness is free to fill all the space.
XVXVI, or 10-5-10-5-1, yielded H-E-H-E-A, which, unless she wanted to show her derisive laughter, made no sense.
You see why I married her, Mycroft? The exquisite juxtaposition of ladylike threads and backhanded compliments proved irresistible.
You envy me my educated tastes.
Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a set of facts is the noblest route possible for a human being.
First and foremost a pragmatist, he had no time for the interference of unnecessary standards.
I had given Holmes this wedding as a gift-only to have him turn around and hand it back to me tenfold. And now his two oldest friends in all the world had conspired against our plans, casually rendering our feeble attempts at a gift into solid gold.
Oh, that’s my fault,′ I told Goodheart. ‘I hate haggling over a pittance. It always seems so rude. And these people have so little, compared to us.’ I was interested to hear the committed Communist sniff in disgust at my willingness to share the wealth.
When the choice came down to tears, strong drink, or potatoes, one chooses potatoes. She.