I should not be allowed in a bookstore with a wallet
Happy 154th Birthday Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
“Draw your chair up and hand me my violin, for the only problem we have still to solve is how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings.”
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor
For years Lady Doyle was his constant companion, accompanying him on all his travels. It was to her the dying novelist spoke his last words.
“You are wonderful,” he said with a smile.
If you know any well-developed, non-incestuous, in-character relationship study of certain Holmes brothers, please, would you be so kind to point them out to me? A thousand thanks in advance.
“No!” said Thorin. “There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!”
Then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
He was a kindly little soul.