It hurts. All this. Everything I see, everything I hear, touch, smell. The conclusions that I'm able to draw. The things that are revealed to me. The ugliness. My work focuses me. It helps. You say that I'm using my gifts. I say I'm just treating them.
You make an effort to appear conventional, but I know, Watson, you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the humdrum routine of ordinary life.— Holmes