*points upward to other comments* What they said! <3
and in any case it held no water here as his only current occupation was sulking.
Hee! hee! Oddly enough this made me think of my late cat, and how she would sulk while being examined by the vet. It was quite comical; she'd just hunch into herself with the sourest look on her face. "Oh, grump grump grump!" the vet would say. No-one does sulking quite like cats, with the possible exception of cat-like Holmes.
"My brain works very busily, Watson," he said, "so busily that sometimes I must force it to be silent in order that I might stay sane."
You express very well--subtly but poignantly--the conception that Holmes sometimes finds it a struggle to maintain control of his prodigious mind. That idea always threatens to make me literally produce a wibbling sound, so I am glad this fic had a happy ending. :]
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and in any case it held no water here as his only current occupation was sulking.
Hee! hee! Oddly enough this made me think of my late cat, and how she would sulk while being examined by the vet. It was quite comical; she'd just hunch into herself with the sourest look on her face. "Oh, grump grump grump!" the vet would say. No-one does sulking quite like cats, with the possible exception of cat-like Holmes.
"My brain works very busily, Watson," he said, "so busily that sometimes I must force it to be silent in order that I might stay sane."
You express very well--subtly but poignantly--the conception that Holmes sometimes finds it a struggle to maintain control of his prodigious mind. That idea always threatens to make me literally produce a wibbling sound, so I am glad this fic had a happy ending. :]