Idézetek 28

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One of Sherlock Holmes’s defects – if, indeed, one may call it a defect – was that he was exceedingly loth to communicate his full plans to any other person until the instant of their fulfilment. Partly it came no doubt from his own masterful nature, which loved to dominate and surprise those who were around him. Partly also from his professional caution, which urged him never to take any chances. The result, however, was very trying for those who were acting as his agents and assistants.

The Hound of the Baskervilles

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my simple wants: a loaf of bread and a clean collar. What does a man want more?

Death on the Moor

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that cat-like love of personal cleanliness which was one of his characteristics

Death on the Moor

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‘No, Watson; I fear that I could not undertake to recognize your footprint amid all the footprints of the world. If you seriously desire to deceive me you must change your tobacconist; for when I see the stub of a cigarette marked Bradley, Oxford Street, I know that my friend Watson is in the neighbourhood.'

Death on the Moor

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there are rumours that he intends to prosecute Dr Mortimer for opening a grave without the consent of the next-of-kin, because he dug up the neolithic skull in the barrow on Long Down.

First Report of Dr Watson

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– If the devil did desire to have a hand in the affairs of men –
– Then you are yourself inclining to the supernatural explanation.
– The devil’s agents may be of flesh and blood, may they not?

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‘In a modest way I have combated evil, but to take on the Father of Evil himself would, perhaps, be too ambitious a task.'

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The more outre and grotesque an incident is the more carefully it deserves to be examined, and the very point which appears to complicate a case is, when duly considered and scientifically handled, the one which is most likely to elucidate it.

ℕnabella>!

“His name," said the cabman, „was Mr. Sherlock Holmes.”
Never have I seen my friend more completely taken aback than by the cabman's reply. For an instant he sat in silent amazement. Then he burst into a hearty laugh.

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A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen.