I've always privately made fun of Watson for his apparent inability to focus on anything that isn't Holmes. If all the attention to detail that he has when studying Holmes was directed at the crime scene - rather than Holmes' reaction to the crime scene, client, etc. - Watson would make a good detective himself.
But since I started watching Granada Holmes I have to take that back given that so often I can't follow what's going on because I'm just mesmerized by the way Jeremy Brett moves and can't pay attention to anything else. I'm not listening to what this witness is saying, I'm looking at Jeremy's micro facial expressions in reaction to it. I didn't notice the rest of the room, I was looking at the way Jeremy moves his hands and swirls around and touches the furniture and walks and tilts his head and crawls on the floor and sniffs cigarette butts and
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I started listening to the Sherlock and CO. podcast and I really like it, so here's how I imagine Watson there :D
He kind of looks similar to the BBC version, but that wasn't the intention :D
(And he deserves a moustache)
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Let's play... Bella or Watson?
While waiting for the next Letters from Watson email to arrive, fancy joining me in a little game of BELLA OR WATSON?
Some of these statements were written by Dr John H Watson about his friend Mr Sherlock Holmes. Some were written by Bella Swan about Edward, the hot teenage vampire from Twilight.
[IMG Silhouettes of Dr Watson and Bella Swan, text reads Watson or Bella]
(This was inspired by a tumblr post, but I'm afraid it's lost to the mists of ancient dash for me by now. Answers are under the cut!]
With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted [REDACTED], and [REDACTED].
glanced sideways at the beautiful [REDACTED], who was [REDACTED], [REDACTED] with long, pale fingers
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence
I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine.
In the darkness he looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in his beauty, but no longer the fantastic sparkling creature of our sunlit afternoon.
In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing Watson or Bella?
His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter.
An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were shivering.
It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking.
ANSWERS UNDER THE CUT
Question 1 - Watson
With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff.
Question 2 - Bella
I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers
Question 3 - Watson
His nostrils seemed to dilate with a purely animal lust for the chase
Question 4 - Bella
His eyes were gloriously intense as he uttered that last sentence
Question 5 - Bella
I turned and he was leaning toward me, his pale, glorious face just inches from mine.
Question 6 - Bella
In the darkness he looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in his beauty, but no longer the fantastic sparkling creature of our sunlit afternoon
Question 7 - Watson
In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing
Question 8 - Watson
His face flushed and darkened. His brows were drawn into two hard black lines, while his eyes shone out from beneath them with a steely glitter.
Question 9 - Watson
An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were shivering.
Question 10 - Yup, still Watson
It was worth a wound—it was worth many wounds—to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking.
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Holmes: my dear Watson :c i'm so sorry i put you through an extremely dangerous situation (again)
Watson: that was the best day of my life and I'm going to write about it in my diary with a glitter pen
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But imagine you are Dr Watson coming home from Switzerland and suddenly standing in a sitting room that used to be yours, and there is a book he bought and did not bring along and sheet music for a composition you will never hear him play and there are the notes for a case he will never solve and a new summer coat he will never wear and the flowers that Mrs Hudson placed on the table which faded unseen by him and the tobacco that he will never smoke and the concert ticket that expired because when the curtain rose, he stood at the brink of the Reichenbach Falls and you were not there.
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Train Time. I don't know how to draw the inside of a train so I have to announce it just to be sure. It's a Train. Also in case this leaves my mutual circle: the pointy ears are a stylistic choice. Have a wonderful day.
[ID: a digital drawing of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson sitting in a train compartment. Holmes is laying with his legs up and his back against a bag reading a newspaper while Watson sits normally with his legs crossed on the other side of the bag with his notebook on his knee. /End ID]
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