Character: Sherlock Holmes. Page 1

They say genius is above all the ability to work tirelessly. A completely wrong definition, but in relation to the work of a detective, it is true.

Observation is second nature to me.

... in my opinion, the human brain is originally a small empty attic, which you have to furnish at your own discretion. The fool drags there any piece of wood that comes across on the way, so the knowledge that he really may need is pushed out of there or turns out to be cluttered with so many unnecessary things that it is simply impossible to get it if necessary. Homo sapiens are very selective about what they place in their intellectual attic. He will not fill it with anything but the tools needed to do his job, but he has an extremely rich assortment of them, and he keeps them in perfect order. It is a mistake to believe that this small room has elastic walls and can stretch to any size. Therefore, the moment inevitably comes when, in order to add any new knowledge, one has to throw out of the head some of the previously acquired knowledge.

Sad Watson sings: "On the side of the road among the grass, I'm thonging in opposition to fatal...

Holmes: Watson, calm down, well, you think, got drunk, well, you think, they fell into the ditch with your ass!

- It can be dangerous. SH

Whom do we trust without being familiar? Who remains invisible wherever they go? Who hunts in the midst of the crowd?

Name - Sherlock Holmes, address - Baker Street 221B.

The game, Mrs. Hudson, the game!

- She had a whole string of lovers, and therefore she is very careful. She never leaves her phone at home.

“Well, they're all wrong, Sebastian. It was murder.

Usually knocking, although it is unlikely that you consider yourself ordinary.
(People usually knock, but I guess you don't belong to them.)

- It's just that we're not being inspected, sir. That never happened.
- Spot check. Captain John Watson, Fifth of Northumberland.
- Sir. Major Barrymore will want to see you. He will be unhappy.
- Let's postpone the acquaintance for later, first a full bypass. Now, freely. It's an order, Corporal.
- Yes, sir!
Sherlock: - It was beautiful.
John: - I haven't trumped it in a long time!
S.: - Nice?
D: - Oh yeah!

- No, I guaranteed the execution.

- You've never complained about my methods before.
- I've never complained! When have I ever complained about your honing of cello skills at 3 a.m., or your mess, your complete lack of hygiene, your experiments on my dog, or the fact that you steal my clothes?