Jul 16, 2009 23:57
I'm afraid that I'm having a bad day, I'm afraid.
I miss Arkham I knew where everything was newspaper hats and newspaper paste sandwiches "Why, your purse is upside-down!"
"That's so if it ever rains, my sandwiches won't get wet,"
It never rained inside the ward. Special cases, neurological deformities, imbalances fo the humors and we aren't in the Middle Ages anymore, dear, we don't measure brain imbalances by the contents of one's urine anymore, we've been over this a thousand thousand times, cross taht out, won't you? I'd do it myself, but I'm dreadfully tired, I'm sure you understand, be a dear and fetch me a nice cuppa, won't you?
I don't understand why Mary calls him James. His name isn't James. His middle name could be Hamish, I suppose, or Doyle could have made a continuity mistake, or the Strand typesetters made an error, or he sees his wife so infrequently that she simply doesn't remember his name anymore.
But then he divorced the little whore, so I suppose it was all alright in the end. It's all alright. I must leave the library, now. Goodnight.