Sherlock meme: nine scenes [3/9]: the taxi chase
Sherlock meme: nine scenes [3/9]: the taxi chase
“As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.
But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.”
meme: references to Doyle’s book characters 1/?: Baron Maupertuis
"It was some time before the health of my friend Mr. Sherlock Holmes recovered from the strain caused by his immense exertions in the spring of ‘87. The whole question of the Netherland-Sumatra Company and the colossal schemes of Baron Maupertuis are too recent in the minds of the public, and are too intimately concerned with politics and finance to be fitting subjects of this series of sketches.” (The Reigate Puzzle)
He can feel the change in his body, knows the symptoms of heat quite well; he informs Gregory that he hasn’t the time or patience to act as someone’s personal fucktoy. The inspector ignores his warnings, the haze of hormones clouding both his judgement and his genuine respect for the diplomat.
Later, while arranging a meeting with the politician’s defense attorney, Mycroft’s staff murmur amongst themselves:
"I didn’t even know he kept a gun in the office."
You kids have it so easy with your pornography emporiums and interwebs. Back in my day we had to walk twenty miles in the snow, carrying our siblings, to exchange at the self gratification farmer’s market. And there weren’t any windows covered in one way celophane, ohhh no! Every man, woman, and child pretending to be a man had to ring the shame bell, and announce their name and how much they intended to spend.
I EXCEL AT CASUAL CONVERSATION HOLMIE
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
Sherlock’s hand swotted at in Anthea’s general direction. “Take it away. It smells foul.”
The assistant didn’t waiver in her mission. Her one arm stayed up while the other held her ever-present phone, her head down as she looked intently on whatever was on the screen of her phone.
"Away. Persistence doesn’t work on me. I grew up with ice." He flicked his hand again.
Anthea didn’t move, hand still out.
With a long suffering sigh that said he was doing her a favour one hand snaked out and took the take-away bag from her hand. “If you’ve got to watch me eat it before you report back at least take a seat.”
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
Flying was a tedious experience but he did what he could to make it easier. Settling into his first class seat, Sherlock put his ear buds in, his head back, and closed his eyes. Kristóf Baráti flooded his ears, his own personal surround sound. The music wrapped around his head, filled his mind, calmed and settled him.
The fingers of his right hand moved up and down sporadically while his left wrist waved gracefully from its place on his arm rest.
So the three finger tap on his shoulder startled the consulting detective who jerked upright, one ear bud falling out. He groaned upon seeing the attractive brunette holding out a bag for him to stow. Sherlock managed to paste on a smile as he stood but even the fake grin fell away as she moved to take his window seat.
He stood in the aisle staring at her brazen behaviour.
"Sit, dear,” she ordered.
Without prompting he pressed a kiss to her cheek saying, “Hello dear,” loudly enough the rest of the first class cabin could hear him. But he came away with her phone and after a few swipes he handed it back-
Really? You’re my official minder? And we’re married? My brother’s getting slow in his old age.
Anthea said nothing in response to the message. Calmly she picked up his headphone and handed them back, “Sorry to ruin your plans sweetheart, but I’m sure we can find something to do in Venice together. Listen to your music, the flight will be over before you know it.”
"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"
Literally I cannot understand anyone who thinks John isn’t affected in this scene. He’s completely devastated.