Friday, 26 April 2013
# 71 Holmes and Watson
The incomparable Holmes and I lay side by side, our fingers entwined beneath our heads for comfort on the spongy moor, staring up at the sweeping celestial vista above us.
"Tell me Watson",he said "what is it that you think of when you look up at that magnificent panorama of sky?"
"Well Sherlock", I replied taking the liberty of using his christain name because of the intimacy of the situation.
" when I look at that sky at night I think about time and space and the amazing complexity of it all - Sirius - always the brightest, Orion, then the planets - Venus and Uranus. The constellations travelling slowly across the roof of the world from dusk till dawn. The precision of it, the quiet orderliness of the stars, that endow oneself with such a sense of freedom. - Why do you ask that question dear friend? Tell me, what do you think of when you observe that sublime grandeur.
" It's elementary", Holmes replied after a pause for thought " someone has stolen our tent "
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