I say, Watson,โ he whispered, โwould you be afraid to sleep in the same room as a lunatic, a man with softening of the brain, an idiot whose mind has lost its grip?โ โNot in the least,โ I answered in astonishment. โAh, thatโs lucky,โ he said, and not another word would he utter that night.
Arthur Conan DoyleSo it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock today I found myself in my old armchair 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. - Sherlock Holmes.
Arthur Conan Doyle