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Holmes love
Aug. 18th, 2008 06:25 pmI've been on a Sherlock Holmes kick lately (thank you, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
_melisande_!) and I bought the complete Sherlock Holmes in two volumes yesterday, for less than $15 \o/ I read A Study in Scarlet today. And I was poking around the internets, and I read a reference to this part from The Adventure of the Three Garridebs. This sort of thing is all the motivation I need to read through hundreds of pages of stories looking for more of the same. Be still, my little fannish heart!
Holmes and Watson are confronting a criminal (the first "he") in an empty house.
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God‘s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound — it was worth many wounds — to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It‘s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.”
Now, I'd like to note that this doesn't make me squee because I think Holmes and Watson are shagging. It makes me squee more because OMG YAY affection!
I <3 Victorian male friendship (see Ezra Jennings and Franklin Blake). I also have discovered (somewhat belatedly) that I like mysteries. I never thought I did, but hello - Holmes, Marlowe, Dresden. And Justin de Quincy! I love mysteries! It's just that I have to love the detective too.
_melisande_!) and I bought the complete Sherlock Holmes in two volumes yesterday, for less than $15 \o/ I read A Study in Scarlet today. And I was poking around the internets, and I read a reference to this part from The Adventure of the Three Garridebs. This sort of thing is all the motivation I need to read through hundreds of pages of stories looking for more of the same. Be still, my little fannish heart!Holmes and Watson are confronting a criminal (the first "he") in an empty house.
In an instant he had whisked out a revolver from his breast and had fired two shots. I felt a sudden hot sear as if a red-hot iron had been pressed to my thigh. There was a crash as Holmes’s pistol came down on the man’s head. I had a vision of him sprawling upon the floor with blood running down his face while Holmes rummaged him for weapons. Then my friend’s wiry arms were round me, and he was leading me to a chair.
“You’re not hurt, Watson? For God‘s sake, say that you are not hurt!”
It was worth a wound — it was worth many wounds — to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.
“It’s nothing, Holmes. It‘s a mere scratch.”
He had ripped up my trousers with his pocket-knife.
“You are right,” he cried with an immense sigh of relief. “It is quite superficial.” His face set like flint as he glared at our prisoner, who was sitting up with a dazed face. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.”
Now, I'd like to note that this doesn't make me squee because I think Holmes and Watson are shagging. It makes me squee more because OMG YAY affection!
I <3 Victorian male friendship (see Ezra Jennings and Franklin Blake). I also have discovered (somewhat belatedly) that I like mysteries. I never thought I did, but hello - Holmes, Marlowe, Dresden. And Justin de Quincy! I love mysteries! It's just that I have to love the detective too.
