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 DoyleIt has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
Arthur Conan Doyle