Sep 07, 2010 01:03
My dear writer,
Your attention is, naturally, flattering, but the degree to which you're influenced by your friends and compatriots is frankly appalling. I am, as you know, an extremely busy-- and if I may flatter myself for a moment, an important-- man; the consequences for plucking me from my current position and depositing me on some mythological island would be extremely undesirable. There are delicate matters in the midst of being processed worldwide, and my disappearance would go highly amiss.
And we've not even touched on the matter of the peculiar nature of the place you've proposed sending me to. If you suppose that it will be entertaining to humiliate me by coercing me to have sexual relations with any number of other people, you are highly mistaken. I am not my brother, writer, do remember that, and not fool enough to abstain simply out of stubbornness, or some sense of personal pride. It would be easiest on all of us if you gave up on this misguided notion and let me continue as I am.
Regards,
Mycroft Holmes
[with] you_miss_it,
[with] brbstartingwars,
[with] sociopathology,
[comm] dear_mun