been reading the Sherlock Holmes stories and there’s this great moment where a man is scammed into copying out the Encyclopaedia Britannica by hand. when he complains to Holmes, “and they didn’t even pay me!” Holmes puffs his pipe and says “ah, but think of how much you learned”

The best Sherlock Holmes stories are the ones where someone comes to him like "listen there's no crime but this situation is real weird, right?" and Holmes is like aha, actually this is a plot for history's largest bank heist/forcing you into marriage/murdering someone

Virginia Woolf wrote that “All the months are crude experiments, out of which the perfect September is made,” and I like to imagine the spring and summer as rough drafts which eventually yield to the splendors of autumn.