I fear that if the matter is beyond humanity it is certainly beyond me. Yet we must exhaust all natural… — Arthur Conan Doyle

Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There's an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

There is but one step from the grotesque to the horrible.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.