BEING A REPRINT FROM THE REMINISCENCES OF JOHN H. WATSON, M.D., LATE OF THE ARMY MEDICAL DEPARTMENT
I love that Watson makes this list and then realises how creepy it is and throws it into the fire. And yet, we still get to read it when he remembers it and writes it down for us.
I kind of want to see Sherlock Holmes’ impractical garden. It would be full of poisonous things, and he’d have no idea how to weed or water or anything, so patches of it would die, parts would do inexplicably well, some bits would choke out other bits. There would be thorns and raspy stems and things that smell terrible, and weird vines that wrap around other plants and force them to twist and cower. Surely there would be one strange flower in the middle of that giant mess. One strange little flower, just sitting there, surviving.