At least once a week I say “THIS is why I love living in the 21st century.”
This week, it’s because I have access to so many Sherlocks. Glad I don’t have to choose (though I do think Bandersnatch Cumberbund is the most innovative, RDjr the most fun, but Sir Rasil-Dasil Bathbone was a bit over-the-top).
Oh, and I’d add audiobook readers. Stephen Fry reads them all, and Jeremy Brett’s Watson (Edward Hardwicke) reads a good two dozen.
Speaking of audio, everyone here should check out Firesign Theater’s satire “The Giant Rat of Sumatra”. Equally silly and brilliant. It starts with this exchange:
Watson ~ I say, we can pay this month’s rent, you know, and have a little left over for food if you will just tell me a second story…
Sherlock ~ What am I, a second story man? If it’s adventures you want, then make them up yourself… but I shall never be tricked into telling a tale of for which the world is not yet prepared.
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Well, I suppose I can tell you, but the public must never know!
W~ (softly) Yes, let me just write that down…
S~ It was long before I met you doctor. You were in Afghanistan…
W~ (softly, taking dictation) I was wearing Stanley’s afghan…
And shortly, as footsteps are heard outside 99 Bakersfield Street:
S~ Hmm, I deduce that we are about to be entertained by an American ingenue from upstate New York.
W~ How the deuce did you deduce that?
S~ The taps on her shoes, Footman, they resound at a frequency produced by a unique alloy of aluminium and magnausium, manufactured in Chicago but… shuffled off to Buffalo.