Arthur Conan
Arthur Conan
fate steps dramatic
Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.
speak
I don't speak for others and they don't speak for me.
thinking secret mysterious
You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.
brother hate hot
Hot hate is twin brother to hot love.
missed-you holmes ive-missed-you
Oh how I've missed you, Holmes.
commonplace depends unnatural
Depend upon it, there is nothing so unnatural as the commonplace.
halloween night grieving
Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. As you value your life or your reason keep away from the moor.
house feelings mind
Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there.
art free-education accomplishment
Problems may be solved in the study which have baffled all those who have sought a solution by the aid of their senses. To carry the art, however, to its highest pitch, it is necessary that the reasoner should be able to use all the facts which have come to his knowledge; and this in itself implies, as you will readily see, a possession of all knowledge, which, even in these days of free education and encyclopaedias, is a somewhat rare accomplishment.
awakened candle cold glance hand night towards winter
It was on a bitterly cold night and frosty morning, towards the end of the winter of '97, that I was awakened by a tugging at my shoulder. It was Holmes. The candle in his hand shone upon his eager, stooping face, and told me at a glance that something was amiss.
apart backwards beaten broad chamber cheeks crushed crushing features foe front haggard hands himself indeed inner less lofty man nervous none occasions pacing passions suffered white whom
Meanwhile, in the broad and lofty chamber set apart for occasions of import, the Abbot himself was pacing impatiently backwards and forwards, with his long white nervous hands clasped in front of him. His thin, thought-worn features and sunken, haggard cheeks bespoke one who had indeed beaten down that inner foe whom every man must face, but had none the less suffered sorely in the contest. In crushing his passions he had well-nigh crushed himself.
beggars dozen everywhere hear holmes mere seals sharp sight work
There's more work to be got out of one of those little beggars than out of a dozen of the force, Holmes remarked. ""The mere sight of an official-looking person seals men's lips. These youngsters, however, go everywhere and hear everything. They are as sharp as needles, too; all they want is organization.
feared hardy mortal panic passed rough shadows shook terror wave
A wave of panic passed over the vessel, and these rough and hardy men, who feared no mortal foe, shook with terror at the shadows of their own minds.
founded
You know my method. It is founded upon the observance of trifles.