The work, the work is everything. It has to be.
You’d feel the same if your brain was the same as mine. You cannot imagine what it’s like not to crave stimulation out of curiosity but necessity. To need to occupy your brain not out of some sense of societal obligation but because without new puzzles to solve you can feel the sides collapse in on one another as if the individual cells are eating one another merely to occupy time. To stare at people on the Tube and make up life stories not out of idle curiosity but to look at them and know for sure, without meaning or wanting to, the deepest secrets they keep and the smallest details of their day.
If you could understand that you wouldn’t hold your romanticized ideas that underneath it all I’m just some misunderstood man. I am everything they say I am and so much more.
Well, that much is clear, at least.
So what are you then? If you’re not this misunderstood man everyone likes to make you out to be? You’re more than just your brain, surely. Who’s the real Sherlock Holmes?
We could be on the video but I doubt anyone will take anything you report about me seriously anymore.
I can’t choose my family, or the people I work with. That can’t be a surprise to you?
I do have John however, he doesn’t always understand but he tries. Anyway, he doesn’t count. John is part of the work.
Yes, but I do still have plenty of contacts in the industry who would be believed, Mr Holmes.
I wouldn’t say it’s a surprise exactly, but I thought there must be something there beneath it all.
Yes, I’m sure he is.
Come now then Kitty, you must have done some research on me as your wrote your expose? How many family, friends, or loved ones did you find?
I thought we already covered fun? I solve crimes.
I know you have a brother. And you get on well with your landlady by all accounts. You must have associates at St Bart’s, and at Scotland Yard. And John Watson, of course.
Yes, but there must be other things, surely. Come on, this is all off the record.