Feb. 19th, 2010

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I'm listening to Bert Coules' radio dramatisation of A Study In Scarlet (with Clive Merrison as Holmes and Michael Williams as Watson) and Jesus H Christ on a jumping pogo-stick, it is marvellous.

Merrison's Holmes is as good as perfect: arrogant, selfish, teasing, clever to the point of madness, and still oddly... sweet. He's also pretty much a nutcase. Williams' Watson is perfection: a thoroughly decent man, honourable, moral, intelligent, patient and kind while at the same time being proud, insatiably curious and equipped with a wry sense of humour.

I mean, just listen look at this exchange:

Holmes: [abruptly, while playing the violin] Sherlock Holmes – his limits. [stops playing]

Watson: Holmes?

Holmes: Knowledge of literature: nil. Knowledge of philosophy: nil. Knowledge of astronomy: nil. Knowledge of politics: feeble.

Watson: [aghast] I burnt that list!

Holmes: Not very thoroughly. Knowledge of botany: variable – very well up on belladonna, opium and poisons generally, knows nothing of practical gardening.

Watson: This is outrageous!

Holmes: Knowledge of geology: practical but limited. Knowledge of chemistry: profound – thank you! Knowledge of anatomy: accurate but unsystematic. Knowledge of sensational literature: immense – appears to know every detail of every horror perpetrated in the century. [laughs]

Watson: You left out playing the violin well.

Holmes: Oh, that part you did succeed in burning. Forgive me, Doctor, but I find your list as intriguing as you evidently find me. What conclusions have you drawn?

Watson: [morose] I couldn't reach any conclusions. I burnt that list in frustration.

Holmes: [laughs, teasing] All those clues and you deduced nothing?

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Oh, and it's incredibly slashy as well.

This is bookverse at its finest. ♥


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