The Emotional Reticence of Holmes and Watson
Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, two shy Victorian men, maneuver their vulnerable feelings of affection for one another in an expertly flawed and human manner crafted by Arthur Conan Doyle. First and foremost, I am examining their use of "my dear Watson" (91 times in the canon) and "my dear Holmes" (14 times).
The first time Holmes ever uses "my dear Watson" in the canon, it's actually in a rather sarcastic tone.
"What is your theory, then, as to those footmarks?" I asked, eagerly, when we had regained the lower room once more.
"My dear Watson, try a little analysis yourself," said he, with a touch of impatience. "You know my methods. Apply them, and it will be instructive to compare results." (SIGN)
Note: for The Great Game, this absolutely isn't the first time Holmes has used this phrase, but from the narrative perspective, it is absolutely the first time Conan Doyle put this phrase to paper, which is more relevant to this examination.
Holmes uses this phrase with a touch of exasperation, which even in itself holds some love within it as he encourages his friend to utilise his own beloved methods. And even in this first instance, while Holmes's tone indicates some displeasure, the personal address ensures that it isn't a genuine blow. But the intimacy of "my dear" is quite daunting, isn't it? so Holmes utilises the veil of sarcasm to break the barrier, in the spirit of "look, I've said it now. Now I may go and say it as much as I want."
Oh, and he does. The frequency of 'my dear Watson' slowly builds through the canon and peaks through FINA, HOUN and EMPT. It isn't surprising, considering they hold some of the most critical points in their relationship.
• "My dear Watson, you were born to be a man of action." (HOUN)
• "Not for the world, my dear Watson. I am perfectly satisfied with your company if you will tolerate mine." (HOUN)
• "Then these are your instructions, and I beg, my dear Watson, that you will obey them to the letter." (FINA)
• "My dear Watson, I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected." (EMPT)
It is evident, that it is after this barrier is broken in SIGN, that Holmes feels comfortable to use this address in such a sincere manner. In fact, it is apparent that it is in particularly emotional circumstances that Holmes is more likely to call for Watson through any means at all.
So, how about Watson?
His use of "my dear Holmes" is almost exclusively out of shock or surprise whenever his 'Johnson' claims anything particularly outré. Again, while Watson is in disbelief, and most probably doubtful of Holmes's claims, the personal address softens this blow to say that no real harm is done between them.
• "My dear Holmes," said I, "this is too much." (SCAN)
• "My dear Holmes!"
"Oh, yes, I did." (SPEC)
The first real instance of Watson using this phrase sincerely is in FINA.
"You are afraid of something?" I asked.
"Well, I am."
"Of what?"
"Of air-guns."
"My dear Holmes, what do you mean?"
Holmes is acting more than out of the ordinary to put Watson in some kind of concern and this question comes no doubt more from worry than simple surprise. He even asks again, "but what does it all mean?" which highlights his wish to be by Holmes's side, even in danger.
The first and only instance of a good-hearted affectionate address comes to Holmes in HOUN. However, interestingly, it is only through the written word, in Watson's letters to Holmes from Dartmoor.
• Congratulate me, my dear Holmes, and tell me that I have not disappointed you as an agent.
• Such are the adventures of last night, and you must acknowledge, my dear Holmes, that I have done you very well in the matter of a report.
Watson's method of breaking the barrier is to send it remotely through his pen, which is, after all, much less daunting than saying it directly. It is absolutely worth noting that Watson has also used this language when specifically wishing for praise - it shows us that he feels the closest to Holmes when he is able to follow his own methods.
Conan Doyle shows us the ways insecurities and pressures can collaborate with our most earnest and deepest affections. Holmes and Watson aren't perfect beings, but navigate through their web of reticence and inner desires to find an unspoken but profound dialogue between them.
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Algae and Forensics
If you watch a lot of crime shows, you may have seen algae being used to help solve a crime. In Dexter, the algae on the victims was used to determine the port they came from, which led them to Dexter. Or Hannibal, where the algae led the FBI to Miriam Lass. A lot of crime shows play forensics up, but algae actually can be an important tool for helping solve a crime.
The presence of algae, or lack thereof, can tell us several things. Is there algae present in the closed organs of the decedent? If so, that tells you they were drowned or whether or not they were taken to a second location. What kind of algae? This can help us determine fairly accurately where the victim was drowned. This doesn't include bathwater or water with too few diatoms, such as ice water.
But how? Let's look into that.
First off, I will be using the term "Diatoms." If you are unaware, diatoms are a type of photosynthesising algae, so I will be using the terms interchangeably.
There are over 15,000 species of algae living in brackish, fresh water, and sea water. Ponds, lakes, rivers, oceans, and coastal areas all have different diatom communities, and using that we can identify where the victim might have been killed.
When you drown, liquid is aspirated into the lungs and enters the bloodstream through alveoli. This lets particles such as sediments, microorganisms, or pollen to be carried to organs and deposited in capillaries. This means that diatoms can be found in the organs of a drown victim.
So, if diatoms are found in distant organs or closed systems and are of a great abundance, the cause of death is most likely due to ante-mortem drowning. This lets us know that the victim was drowned and was not just dumped posthumously.
Thanks to diatoms acid resistant sillica shell, they can easily be separated from tissue using acid-digestive extractions, and they are detectable in burned or putrified corpses. This means that drowning as a cause of death could be determined in a burnt victim that was taken to a second location.
Algae is also being researched for its use as a time of death indicator. A study was conducted by forensic scientists, who found the diversity of algae on piglet bodies in water tended to decrease over time with a peak in diatoms recorded after 1-8 days of decomposition. This kind of work remains largely experimental, but it has the potential to be used for establishing a timeline since death (or submersion) in water.
Algae can be useful for linking criminals to their crime scenes, as diatoms can transfer onto clothing or footwear. Comparing microflora with the diatoms found could also give you a general area or type of water they were drowned in, as a swamp would have different algae than say, the ocean.
This evidence isn't damning in and of itself, but all evidence at a crime scene is valuable for solving the crime, and as such, algae can be an important part of forensics.
Thanks for reading! Have a good day and a cup of tea :)
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Embrace
John was done with the grocery shopping earlier than expected. He'd realised that they already had many of the things they needed at home - out of the ones he'd written on the list.
John carried a medium-sized cloth bag and stood at the curb near one of the shops to hail a cab.
He gave the address to the cab driver and got in.
It had been two months since Sherlock had returned from the dead. He had shown up at a restaurant out of nowhere, just when John was about to propose to Mary, and John had punched him in the face no less than three times.
Once he'd realised exactly why Sherlock had to fake his death - the reason being three snipers who were appointed by Moriarty for him, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade, each - John had felt guilty.
However, John never talked about it to Sherlock, after they'd had a long conversation about why Sherlock was forced to do it.
Mary had broken up with John for unrelated reasons shortly after. Or who knows, they might've been related to this incident. Apparently, he was too preoccupied with Sherlock to remember to propose to her properly, even after a week past Sherlock's return.
John was disappointed about the breakup at first, but he'd got on with his life with Sherlock, back at Baker Street.
John had fallen in love with Sherlock a long time ago. When he thought the man was dead, he tried to do just about anything to be able to move on. Not that he succeeded, but still.
When John moved back in to Baker Street again, after his break up with Mary, he became painfully aware that those feelings were still there. Very much present.
The cab stopped in front of the apartment building 221, Baker Street. John paid the driver and hopped out.
He carried his bag in his left hand as he climbed the stairs to his flat.
At least there was one thing to be happy about: he could call this place 'his' again. Life was pretty okay, even with having Sherlock back as his friend if not anything more.
He didn't do anything about how he felt. How could he now, if he couldn't before Sherlock's staged suicide? That was out of the question.
John thought that being able to live with Sherlock again, as his flatmate, was more than enough.
As he reached the top level of the staircase, he found that the door was wide open.
The moment John entered the flat, his jaw dropped at what he saw.
Sherlock had slipped out of his white shirt and was picking up a worn-out grey T-shirt to put on from his chair beside the desk. Sherlock was facing the window of the sitting room, standing near the bison skull, with his back to John.
Sherlock's back was covered with bruises and actual knife marks. It was completely black and blue.
John realised that he didn't even ask what had happened to Sherlock when he was away.
John frowned as he closed the door behind him and walked across the room to place the shopping bag on the coffee table.
"Oh, you're back! I thought you'd take some more time," Sherlock said, without turning around to face John as he made to go to his bedroom with his T-shirt and pyjamas on, sounding embarrassed.
"Sherlock wait! You were just standing there before. Where are you going now?" asked John as he made quick strides across the room to approach Sherlock.
"Nothing, I just..." Sherlock trailed off, still not looking up at John.
"I have a question. What happened to you when you were away?"
Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut. "We were done talking about that, weren't we? You don't have to bring it up again."
"Yes, I do," said John, his voice shaking a bit. "Especially after what I just saw. Please tell me."
"I have an experiment to do," said Sherlock, looking here and there, anywhere but at John.
John wasn't taking any of it. "Why go to the bedroom then? Stop avoiding me and answer the question: What happened to you when you were away?" John hated how desperate he sounded. But he didn't care. He needed to know.
Sherlock took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Look at me."
Sherlock looked into John's eye, with his piercing blue gaze. He turned to John to face him properly.
He began in a low voice. "They whipped me. With canes. They stabbed me in the back more than a dozen times. Kept me in shackles in a confined, dark room. Starved me. Didn't let me sleep. They'd hit me again if I dared to doze off."
"Jesus," John whispered. "And you endured all that for me, Mrs H and Lestrade? For two years?"
"Mostly you," said Sherlock under his breath, but John caught that.
John blinked and swallowed. "Sherlock." John stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Sherlock's neck, trying to be careful of his wounds on the back.
Sherlock made a surprised sound but eventually, he placed his arms around John's waist.
The two men held each other in a tight embrace. Torsos pressing against each other, with John holding on to Sherlock, trying to express what he felt for him through this embrace alone.
Sherlock's arms were raking over John's back.
John broke the brief silence. "Then you came back, and I reacted the way I did, aggravating your wounds and pain even more. I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I really am." John bit his lower lip. "Please forgive me."
"It's fine. I didn't explain myself to you properly that night. Shouldn't have shown up as a waiter, especially when you were with Mary. I just... couldn't think of any other way. I did what I thought best at that time."
"No, you're right. I get it. I should've listened to your side of everything too. Sorry."
"It's okay, John. I've stopped thinking about it, ever since I explained everything to you. You should too."
John nodded but still kept holding him, as if unable to detach himself from this rare opportunity to have some physical contact with Sherlock.
Sherlock didn't let go of him either. But a few moments later, it became a little awkward.
Sherlock cleared his throat. "John, is there anything else...?"
"I love you," John blurted out heavily. "I always have."
Sherlock pulled away from John a bit, to look into his eyes. He looked vulnerable from this angle as if he was trying to test something.
Whatever Sherlock saw in John's eyes, made him pull John close by the collar of his shirt and press a hard kiss against his mouth.
John let out a relieved sound and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.
John ran his fingers through Sherlock's hair and kept kissing him, unable to make himself stop.
After some time, Sherlock pulled him close for a hug again and said, "I love you too."
John's vision was blurred but his heart bursted with joy as he kept holding on to Sherlock.
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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily
Prompt: Embrace
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