Eccentricty had flowered into madness.
Eccentricty had flowered into madness.
I became, in other words, more like Holmes than the man himself: brilliant, driven to a point of obsession, careless of myself, mindless of others, but without the passion and the deep-down, inbred love for the good in humanity that was the basis of his entire career. He loved the humanity that could not understand or fully accept him; I, in the midst of the same human race, became a thinking machine.
I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed with the small and feel of all those books.
My God, it can recognise another human being when it's hit over the head with one.
You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because of their housing.
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