You know my powers, my dear Watson, and yet at the end of three months I was forced to confess that I had at last met an antagonist who was my intellectual equal. My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill.
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A man loses his fortune he gains earnestness. His eyesight goes it leads him to a spirituality. The girl loses her beauty she becomes more sympathetic. We think we are pushing our own way bravely, but there is a great Hand in ours all the time.Arthur Doyle
It was a September evening, and not yet seven o'clock, but the day had been a dreary one, and a dense drizzly fog lay low upon the great city. Mud-colored clouds drooped sadly over the muddy streets. Down the Strand the lamps were but misty splotches of diffused light which threw a feeble circular glimmer upon the slimy pavement. The yellow glare from the shop-windows streamed out into the steamy, vaporous air, and threw a murky, shifting radiance across the crowded thoroughfare. There was, to my mind, something eerie and ghost-like in the endless procession of faces which flitted across these narrow bars of light,--sad faces and glad, haggard and merry. Like all human kind, they flitted from the gloom into the light, and so back into the gloom once more.
Arthur Doyle
What the deuce is it to me he interrupted impatiently you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work.
Arthur Doyle
The landlady looked at him in a motherly way and shook her head. You have had no great truck with the world, she said, or you would have learned that it is the small men and not the great who hold their noses in the air.
Arthur Doyle
Skill is fine, and genius is splendid, but the right contacts are more valuable than either.
Arthur Doyle
Our young friend makes up for many obvious mental lacunae by some measure of primitive common sense, remarked Challenger.
Arthur Doyle
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