Sherlock Holmes: A Play on Words
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ruyuThe Tent Joke - A Play on Words
In which I make a horrible attempt to twist ACD's purpose about a completely harmless conversation.
The dialog is not mine, but is taken from ACD's The Sign of Four
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“Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
In another life, Sherlock Holmes might have managed to say that with some sort of romantic intent, but alas, his unfortunate brain simply allows him to expel wonderfully emotional statements in a somewhat sterile and unemotional tone. The night sky is vast and speckled with it's celestial bodies and I can't imagine how Holmes expects me to answer his question. Astrologically, Theologically (This observation can most certainly be cast aside), or perhaps Meteorologically ( if I could somehow manage that). I wish greatly to turn to him and say, 'My dear Holmes, why should I look at the sky when I have you here,' but I can only blush and be thankful that it is night and he can not see my shameful coloring. It seems I am getting sentimental with my age, wherein Holmes is most certainly not.
In the end, per usual, I state the obvious. "I see millions of stars."
And Holmes, in his most indulgent of tones asks,"What does that tell you?"
Well, alright, if he insists."Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"
Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks. "Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent."
In which I make a horrible attempt to twist ACD's purpose about a completely harmless conversation.
The dialog is not mine, but is taken from ACD's The Sign of Four
“Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.”
In another life, Sherlock Holmes might have managed to say that with some sort of romantic intent, but alas, his unfortunate brain simply allows him to expel wonderfully emotional statements in a somewhat sterile and unemotional tone. The night sky is vast and speckled with it's celestial bodies and I can't imagine how Holmes expects me to answer his question. Astrologically, Theologically (This observation can most certainly be cast aside), or perhaps Meteorologically ( if I could somehow manage that). I wish greatly to turn to him and say, 'My dear Holmes, why should I look at the sky when I have you here,' but I can only blush and be thankful that it is night and he can not see my shameful coloring. It seems I am getting sentimental with my age, wherein Holmes is most certainly not.
In the end, per usual, I state the obvious. "I see millions of stars."
And Holmes, in his most indulgent of tones asks,"What does that tell you?"
Well, alright, if he insists."Astronomically speaking, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and we are small and insignificant. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What does it tell you?"
Holmes is silent for a moment, then speaks. "Watson, you idiot, someone has stolen our tent."
