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Mycroft Holmes and Lestrade had come round by appointment after breakfast next day and Sherlock Holmes had recounted to them our proceedings of the day before. The professional shook his head over our confessed burglary.

Holmes: So anyway then we committed some crimes—

Lestrade, staring into the sun: Why are you telling me this

#‘if you commit a crime to solve a crime the number of extant crimes in the world stays the same’ > ‘solve two crimes’

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Thinking about these Sherlock Holmes lines together:

“Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.” - SCAN

"Yes, my dear fellow, you may laugh, but I give you my word that I shall be very glad to have you back safe and sound in Baker Street once more.” - HOUN

"So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o’clock to-day I found myself in my old arm-chair in my own old room, and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned.” - EMPT

Holmes likes his Watson safe and sound in the designated Watson Spot

#that’s where he goes!!

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Further discoveries in the the early P.G. Wodehouse files include the time he heard Sherlock Holmes would be coming back from the dead, and wrote a song parody about it:

When Sherlock left his native Strand, such groans were seldom heard; With sobs the Public’s frame was rent: with tears its eye was blurred.     But the optimists reflected     That he might be resurrected: It formed our only theme of conversation. We asked each other, Would he be? And if so, How and where? We went about our duties with a less dejected air.     And they say that a suggestion     Of a Parliamentary question Was received with marked approval by the nation.   And Sherlock, Sherlock, he’s in town again,   Sir Conan has discovered him, and offers to explain.     The explanation may be thin,     But bless you! we don’t care a pin,   If he’ll but give us back our Sherlock.

#one for the ephemera files #letters regarding jeeves #letters from watson #don’t know what’s happening to the italics in this. I’ll check again when I’m not on mobile

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So I was reading the Letters Regarding Jeeves tag, and that led me to this site of Wodehouse annotations, and that in turn led me to this, a jokey “Americanization” of Hamlet, apparently from an issue of Punch in the year 1907 and which has only gotten funnier with time:

#letters regarding jeeves #American stamp of approval: applied #transcribe when i’m not on mobile

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Man, we just don’t use diaereses to indicate “this is not a vowel digraph, you’re supposed to pronounce this vowel separately from the first vowel” in English like we used to.

#how will people know not to pronounce it as coop-eration or reen-tered if we don’t put the little dots in there

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Working for The Shadow continues to be an extremely weird experience.

The rest of The Living Shadow doesn't really live up to its deranged opening sequence, but it has its points. For instance, Harry Vincent saying "Hey, that mysterious cloaked figure who prevented my suicide and to whom I swore my troth, is he, like, a good guy? Bad guy? Do we know anything about what that dude is actually trying to do?", receiving exactly zero answer, and just kinda going with it:

Working for a mysterious stranger whose motives are obscure, whose face you have never seen, and who has already sent you without explanation undercover into the 1920s-pulp-fiction black-market of Mysterious Chinese People doing Illicit Mysterious Chinese Business where you nearly got killed by a guillotine deathtrap: actually pretty relaxing! Basically this is a paid vacation.

Harry Vincent: if he's going to be the kept man of a mysterious cloaked figure still not proved to not be a criminal mastermind, he's not going to be irresponsible about it.

#this early-1930s pulp action thriller is clearly not aiming to include psychological realism or anything #but the sheer extent to which Harry “tried to throw himself off a bridge last week” Vincent is just going with this… sure is something #who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man? the shadow knows

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In the second half of this page he proceeds to attempt that robbery. Is The Shadow in league with the man behind the crime? Who knows! Still not Harry Vincent!

The rest of The Living Shadow doesn't really live up to its deranged opening sequence, but it has its points. For instance, Harry Vincent saying "Hey, that mysterious cloaked figure who prevented my suicide and to whom I swore my troth, is he, like, a good guy? Bad guy? Do we know anything about what that dude is actually trying to do?", receiving exactly zero answer, and just kinda going with it:

Working for a mysterious stranger whose motives are obscure, whose face you have never seen, and who has already sent you without explanation undercover into the 1920s-pulp-fiction black-market of Mysterious Chinese People doing Illicit Mysterious Chinese Business where you nearly got killed by a guillotine deathtrap: actually pretty relaxing! Basically this is a paid vacation.

Harry Vincent: if he's going to be the kept man of a mysterious cloaked figure still not proved to not be a criminal mastermind, he's not going to be irresponsible about it.

#who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man? the Shadow knows

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The rest of The Living Shadow doesn't really live up to its deranged opening sequence, but it has its points. For instance, Harry Vincent saying "Hey, that mysterious cloaked figure who prevented my suicide and to whom I swore my troth, is he, like, a good guy? Bad guy? Do we know anything about what that dude is actually trying to do?", receiving exactly zero answer, and just kinda going with it:

Working for a mysterious stranger whose motives are obscure, whose face you have never seen, and who has already sent you without explanation undercover into the 1920s-pulp-fiction black-market of Mysterious Chinese People doing Illicit Mysterious Chinese Business where you nearly got killed by a guillotine deathtrap: actually pretty relaxing! Basically this is a paid vacation.

Harry Vincent: if he's going to be the kept man of a mysterious cloaked figure still not proved to not be a criminal mastermind, he's not going to be irresponsible about it.

#one of the guys of all time #i've been off tumblr for a while and i'm still not back but i did want someplace to put these screenshots #who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of man? the Shadow knows

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Iodine can be found almost everywhere in the world. It is abundant in ocean water, and when prehistoric seas receded, the element remained on the land, where it is drawn up by plants, consumed by animals and returned to the soil. This inheritance is kept stable by an ‘iodine cycle’: what is washed out by the rain is replaced by iodine vapour blown far inland. But not in Switzerland. In the last ice age, a permanent ice sheet formed over the Alps. Up to one kilometre thick, its tremendous weight ground against the terrain. It thawed and refroze in stages, and with every thaw, meltwater washed out the rubble. Over the course of 100,000 years, this ice sheet tore the top 250 metres of rock and soil from the surface of the Swiss Central Plateau. At its peak, about 24,000 years ago, it extended across all the northern cantons. It did not reach the Jura or Ticino. In 1964, Dr Franz Merke, a Basel surgeon, showed that the extent of the ice sheet ‘corresponded precisely’ with the prevalence of goitre: Switzerland had been stripped of its iodine. This was a decade after it had finally been proved that iodine deficiency caused the linked medical conditions in the region. Forty years earlier still, in 1914, hormones had only just been defined (in 1905, by Ernest Starling at UCL), nutritional science had barely begun (with Casimir Funk’s 1912 hypothesis on vitamins), and the chemical composition of Swiss soil was unknown. Despite this, almost everything Hunziker argued turned out to be true.

#the vitamin deficiency problems are fascinating #so simple once you know what's going on and can make the connections #well you see there was a glacier ten thousand years ago- #you see it's about the way we've been nixtamalizing wheat - let me back up #so there's this thing called 'thiamine'. and that's why samurai patients are cured of beriberi when you send them home from the capital. #but until you do know that how the hell would you guess

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Morning comrades who wants to see some wacky art deco vehicles

#applying to run a daily bus through some kind of Ghibliesque village in any one of these

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on one hand I get why people talk about the vanity of the instagram age, but on the other one time St. Ignatius of Loyola got his leg shattered in battle and discovered upon recovery that he could no longer wear his favorite tight leather boots due to the way his leg had set and so decided to rebreak his leg without anesthesia because he was that determined to wear his fashionable boots again...what i'm trying to say is that this man might have existed before instagram, but at heart he was an influencer

#‘patron of accidents and injuries’ you say #calendar of saints

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#good for them

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JEREMY SCOTT at New York Fashion Week Spring 2017 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

#nickelodeon-ass outfit

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artists of classics tumblr, someone should illustrate some of the characters from theophrastus. for example there is a description of the kind of person who "is apt to keep a jackdaw as a housepet, and buy it a little ladder and make it a tiny bronze shield to hold as the bird hops up the ladder" (characters 21)

#just found out about a new type of guy i am

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Being on the spectrum and also a technical writer is a special kind of aggravating because like 50% of all discussions and thinkpieces by neurodivergent authors about What Neurotypicals Really Mean begin with the unexamined assumption that there exists a single objectively correct interpretation of any given communicative act, which can be derived independently of the act's context and unmediated by any cultural lens, and that communication difficulties arise because some people are inherently capable of perceiving this meaning and some people inherently are not. Like, buddy, pal, my dude, I implore you to think carefully about what it would imply if this were actually true.

#'why can't people just Say What They Mean. like i do' says a person who is totally incapable of communicating clearly #and who is also not going to listen to me Saying What I Mean

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Calvin's parents decide to take a Hawai'ian vacation. They're not sure how much of it their son will tolerate but they would like to do at least a few things that involve sandy beaches and scenic cycling routes. They are therefore pleased when Calvin seems to make friends with a local girl about his own age and the two of them run off to play

Now, from Calvin's point of view what has happened is that he spotted actual aliens, and starts trying to bring this to the attention if the adults. But the tourists are like, "that's nice, go shoot 'em with your water gun, have a good time," and the locals are like, "yeah, they're an older couple who decided to retire here. Happens all the time." Eventually, it becomes clear that Spaceman Spiff is going to have to handle it himself.

From Lilo's point of view, Jumba and Pleakley are her gay uncles, do you mind? Calvin does mind, and so the two of them spend the rest of the afternoon terrorizing Kaua'i in the effort to destroy one another while the aliens alternate between bailing them out of trouble and attempting to escape.

Hobbes and Stitch, meanwhile, are calmly playing checkers and drinking non-alcoholic margaritas.

#excellent #childhood nostalgia