Oh, this is lovely. It leaves me with such a happy, peaceful feeling.

Honestly? I've been using some of the imagery from this to get me through this awful heat we're having. :)

My bedroom window was so decorated with plumes and ferns and paintbrush-strokes of frost

Oh, yes. Oh, yes.

Now, everything was still, everything was clean, and as we stood there on our front step, a far off church-bell sounded, marking the hour.

For some reason, that's my favorite image in the whole piece. It's just so peace-inducing.

"You know your Pythagoras, of course," Holmes said with a definitive nod.

I smiled. "I know my Dante." He favored me with a sidelong glance and a quirk of his lips, the scientist to the author acknowledging mutual territory.

And there's my favorite piece of conversation. Brilliant.