when watson tells him he has to return to the hotel to console a dying englishwoman, & holmes knows this may be the last time they will see each other, his face softens into the slightest of wistful smiles, like he's seeing all the things he loves about watson, his kindness, bravery, loyalty, trust, and then he just turns to go! like he's already said his own secret little goodbye that watson doesn't know about & now it's time to move on to the next thing
I think it's terrible how Victorian readers probably lay in bed, happily thinking about what their blorbo was up to rn, and then in 1893 they opened the Strand Magazine to "The Final Problem" only to discover that Mr Sherlock Holmes had actually already died in 1891. What would you do
jeremy brett acting moment of all time tbh, the way he clenches his jaw for a split second, gathers up the dressing gown around himself and the brief, sarcastic raising of his eyebrows on 'compliments'
Sudden realisation that after acquiring a copy of the Strand Magazine from December 1893 for the princely sum of £8, I can make nice copies of the illustrations?
And then we can all have nice high quality digital versions of them that aren't 200px wide and blurry! Wooo!
The uncultured talk about the Sherlock Holmes fandom like it only got super weird and obsessive when the BBC version came out, as if the London public didn’t harass Conan Doyle in the streets until he brought Sherlock back from the dead
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.