General Spazzing

SO EXCITED!! I got my hands on the radioplays done in the 1930-40s with Rathone and Bruce as Sherlock and Watson. Daily commutes will be much easier to endure!

Also, they spare me the previously inevitable task of listing to Cabin Pressure. As I mentioned before, I love  Cabin Pressure dearly and am having a difficult time waiting for the fourth season to go on air (they’ll be recorded this summer, if I’m not mistaken)

Regarding Jeremy Brett, it’s probably a sin not to have done this already, but I haven’t seen a peek of the Granada series. Nope. I have dozens of hours of brilliant Holmes to see!! BC said on record that whilst he modernized his Holmes, he very much loved the pure physicality of Brett’s Holmes. CAN’T WAIT!!

EDIT: I’m whizzing through the Brett films like crazy! So good!

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If I can be prevailed upon to rely on my own deductions, then I believe it is entirely possible that I have figured out the precise reason why I attack my obsessions with such fervent passion.

Well, now. That did not sound like me at all, did it? Hopefully not, because I was trying to be convoluted and all manner of Victorian … GAH! I can’t pretend anymore!

I was rereading “A Hymn to the Endlessly Falling” (click on this link if you want to lose sleep for a week) a moment ago and my startling revelation occurred when I reached the third page. Holmes and Watson had just relocated to Sussex and Holmes has found himself impossibly enchanted by bees. I’ve pasted word for word below the section that drew my attention:

Holmes loves the in the way he loves things he doesn’t understand entirely. It must be such a curse, understanding so very many things. It took me some time to learn that about him, to understand that part of why… is that I baffle him. I find myself to be very simple. My motives are enough to fathom, and i make it my habit never to take motiveless actions, so my own lack of capriciousness causes me to wonder at times why Holmes is looking at me the way he looks at fascinating murder scenes. But if I can puzzle him, then God bless him, he’s welcome to me, and welcome to bees…

The phrases I have bolded explain precisely when and why I gain and lose obsessions. It’s terribly arrogant and presumptuous of me to declare this, but when I think that I’ve learnt all there is to learn about something, someone, somewhat or other, I lose interest! I pay an insurmountable amount of attention to detail – so that prolongs the life of these obsessions a bit, but once I’ve been exposed to it all, I’m done. Next one up please!

I don’t know how happy I am about this. I am at the point where I know Cabin Pressure as well as any fan can possibly know. If I’m wise, I’ll let it rest until I forget all the details in all their fantastic comedic ways. It’d be a real tragedy if I were to get sick of it.

Belatedly, however, I should mention that I am in no way saying I’m any sort of detective investigative genius. Just putting that out there.