Holmes smiled at me sweetly My dear fellow, he said. I forget.
You know all about fine writing.
How stupid of me to worry about a few careless mistakes! But your friend Mr Doyle has shown that he does not understand how important my work is. He thinks that the criminals I fight against are stupid, miserable little beings.
They are not. I fight against evil itself. He has failed to understand that.
The book is worthless. Away with it, and with your friend the writer!
I wondered what to say to ACD, but there was no need to worry.
A Study in Scarlet was not a success, and he began to write about other things.
Several years later he decided to write about Holmes again, but at that time I had other things to think about.
I had fallen in love with Miss Mary Morstan. When she agreed to become my wife, I hurried to tell Holmes.
I was full of happiness.
I can still hear the cold surprise in his voice as he said,
I cannot pretend to be happy about this. This hurt me terribly, but I tried to laugh Well, Holmes, I said,
I hope you won't be too lonely when