And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results.
They were admirable things for the observer – excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen but, as a lover, he would have placed himself in a false position. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise, but admirably balanced mind. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. You want to reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.Лучшие расследования Шерлока Холмса / The Best of Sherlock Holmes ‘Get a degree, get a job, get a this, get a that.’ And then you’re a player, you don’t want to even play in that game. And we are told ‘no’, we’re unimportant, we’re peripheral. That is all cultural diversion, and what is real is you and your friends and your associations, your highs, your orgasms, your hopes, your plans, your fears. This is shit-brained, this kind of thinking.
The nexus of space and time where you are now is the most immediate sector of your universe, and if you’re worrying about Michael Jackson or Bill Clinton or somebody else, then you are disempowered, you’re giving it all away to icons, icons which are maintained by an electronic media so that you want to dress like X or have lips like Y. ““We have to create culture, don’t watch TV, don’t read magazines, don’t even listen to NPR. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.” When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign.
#CRACK OPEN A COLD ONE WITH THE BOOYS SKIN#
And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. “Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart.
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