cephalotodd:

can u imagine being admitted to the hospital in house cos ur half-dead from the worlds most obscure disease and youre lying in bed dying and you cant even do that in peace cos every five minutes house’s little club comes back in to do another round of random tests while gossiping about their deep psychological issues and if thats not painful enough one of them is australian and you have to listen to that. and just when u think u can finally slip away gracefully some old dude comes in and switches off your life support and yells at you for not telling him you tripped on a loose floorboard and broke a nail when you were seven like just let me go bro. im done

granadabrettishholmes:

From “Bending the Willow” by David Stuart Davies

In ‘The Resident Patient’, Brett was particularly proud of the scene where
he examines the patient’s room, picking up all the clues without saying a word.
He referred to it as ‘the Rififi scene’ because it was similar to a sequence in
a Jules Dassin film. It is a remarkable  scene, especially for modern television,
having no dialogue for two-and-a-halfminutes. 

And it does epitomise the essence of Sherlock Holmes’s minute investigation of a scene of crime: all those passages that Conan Doyle created describing his detective crawling on the floor, inspecting paintwork with his lens, and scraping dust or cigarette ash into a small envelope for analysis are crystallized in this  sequence, and Jeremy Brett knew it.

(The Rififi scene; with a 32 minute long burglary scene with no dialogue at all)

acdhw:

Sherlock Holmes—his limits.
Geology.—Practical, but limited.
Chemistry.—Profound.
Anatomy.—Accurate, but unsystematic.
Plays the violin well.
One of the finest boxers of his weight that I have ever seen.

Holmes looked at me thoughtfully and shook his head.
“I never get your limits, Watson,” said he. “There are unexplored possibilities about you.”