All right, Watson. Donโt look so scared,โ he muttered in a very weak voice. โItโs not as bad as it seems.โ โThank God for that!โ โIโm a bit of a single-stick expert, as you know. I took most of them on my guard. It was the second man that was too much for me.โ โWhat can I do, Holmes? Of course, it was that damned fellow who set them on. Iโll go and thrash the hide off him if you give the word.โ โGood old Watson!(...)
Arthur Conan Doyle"There are one or two elementary rules to be observed in the way of handling patients," he remarked, seating himself on the table and swinging his legs. "The most obvious is that you must never let them see that you want them. It should be pure condescension on your part seeing them at all; and the more difficulties you throw in the way of it, the more they think of it. Break your patients in early, and keep them well to heel."
Arthur Conan DoyleA hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog.
Arthur Conan Doyle