writers_muses Challenge 82.2G
"Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work." - Stephen King
If the art of criminal investigation could be performed from an arm chair my brother would be the foremost criminal investigator who ever lived. He has no ambition and does not see the potential for what his talents could be used for. He is also insufferably lazy and deeply set in his habits. His Pall Mall lodgings, his post at White Hall and the Diogenes club are where he frequents and no force on earth save the Prime Minster himself can get him to deviate from them. On several occasions some pretty problems have come his way only for him to pass them off to me. His deductions, when he cares to make them, are always correct but he has no patience to seize a thread and follow it and, if it proves to be merely an errant one, find another and follow it.
It is frustrating. Mycroft is ideal for his profession, he has created it as much as I have created my own, but it is maddening to see one's own profession being trivialised. Though Mycroft must have the same sentiments when he speaks to me about his dealings. That man's work day can put an raving bedlamite into a coma.
Mycroft claims I have a good head for figures. I have no idea what he's talking about. I required several tutors and both Mycroft AND brother Sherrinford to grasp the basics. Father was certainly less than impressed but I was much too busy deducing precisely which maid he was courting at the time. That was much more entertaining than long division and fractions.
If the art of criminal investigation could be performed from an arm chair my brother would be the foremost criminal investigator who ever lived. He has no ambition and does not see the potential for what his talents could be used for. He is also insufferably lazy and deeply set in his habits. His Pall Mall lodgings, his post at White Hall and the Diogenes club are where he frequents and no force on earth save the Prime Minster himself can get him to deviate from them. On several occasions some pretty problems have come his way only for him to pass them off to me. His deductions, when he cares to make them, are always correct but he has no patience to seize a thread and follow it and, if it proves to be merely an errant one, find another and follow it.
It is frustrating. Mycroft is ideal for his profession, he has created it as much as I have created my own, but it is maddening to see one's own profession being trivialised. Though Mycroft must have the same sentiments when he speaks to me about his dealings. That man's work day can put an raving bedlamite into a coma.
Mycroft claims I have a good head for figures. I have no idea what he's talking about. I required several tutors and both Mycroft AND brother Sherrinford to grasp the basics. Father was certainly less than impressed but I was much too busy deducing precisely which maid he was courting at the time. That was much more entertaining than long division and fractions.