[Sherlock has just insulted Mrs. Hudson; she's run off in tears]
John Watson: Go after her and apologize.
Sherlock Holmes: Apologise? Oh John, I envy you so much.
John Watson: You envy me?
Sherlock Holmes: Your mind; it's so placid, straight-forward, barely used. Mine's like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces, trapped
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