i would have gone with you to the end.
which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes
not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it
Lestrade: I’m serious, Sherlock. Listen, I’m cutting you slack here; I’m trusting you, but out there somewhere, some poor bastard’s covered in semtex and is just waiting for you to solve the puzzle. So just tell me, what are we dealing with?
Sherlock: Something new.
All that matters to me is the work. Without that my brain rots. Put that in your blog. Or better still, stop inflicting your opinions on the world.