The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.

Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman

It was hypnotic, and then it was unsettling, and finally I became aware of another entity in my universe, sitting on the shore two hundred yards away, smoking a pipe.

Blogs are the main exception I make in my aversion to complex machinery.

Holmes, I'm a 24 year old prude.

I became, in other words, more like Holmes than the man himself: brilliant, driven to a point of obsession, careless of myself, mindless of others, but without the passion and the deep-down, inbred love for the good in humanity that was the basis of his entire career. He loved the humanity that could not understand or fully accept him; I, in the midst of the same human race, became a thinking machine.