The next instalment of Holmes and Watson...
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WATCH OUT FOR THE POOR
+++Ruff, ruff…
Who’s that?
It’s me, the bad timer…
What do you want?
I want what everyone wants.
And what is that?
The hair of the dog
OK; well this time you’ve got lucky: look at this with both eyes open that are now beginning to close as you fall into the river of looking at this, and see: it swings back and forth…
Holy yikkees, I’ve grown two inches taller.+++
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Holmes?
Is that you Watson?
Yes it’s me, Watson
What do you want?
There is a man at the door offering a 1000 pieces of gold.
So?
He wants to know if you will accept it?
Accept it for what?
He says he has a case for you.
Tell him, I will say tomorrow when the wind has gone from my door.
And what wind would that be then?
The wind that is the cold hand of death that slides through my door.
I’m not sure how I would convey that to him Holmes?
Do you not see death waiting Watson?
None that I can see.
Watson?
What?
What’s going on?
I don’t know.
Well someone must know.
Search me…
Well, watch out for them draft dodgers in the cow pastures converting wine into biscuits for the poor,
OK.
And don’t tell anyone about it.
No, of course not.
Especially those sneaky ones you keep under your bed.
Yes Holmes.
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By the way Watson?
Yes Holmes?
What happened to the woman who wanted to come in and take me away?
She ran off into the woods Holmes.
Really?
Yes, she did.
And?
Well I can’t say for sure, but there was howling heard.
From the woods?
Yes, from the woods.
So that’s who it was.
It seems so.
Poor woman.
AN AIR OF ESOTERIC
Certainly contrary to popular belief there is an air of, shall we say, expediency with a propensity to expound verbs at the drop of a hot into any conversation that is seemingly normal at the outset, yet digresses into realms of fantasy. Although a verb expedites the conclusion of any given sentence, it can fall short of intelligent and pleasurable conversation.
Yes Holmes, I dislike to cast aspersion upon your intellect, but that is utter nonsense.
Please expound.
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I will admit that popular belief is popular, and if I may be so bold as to say that belief comes from none other than concepts, a concept being a construct made up from the mind’s understanding at any given time, and subject to change in the light of any new understanding. And understanding comes from consciously knowing, that concepts are merely ideas formed from one’s immersing in circumstances, surroundings, limited thinking, and of course other people’s concepts that take precedence in one’s upbringing and culture; and this is how popular belief becomes popular.
But the vast majority of the population are immersed in national culture, a hive mind if you like, that is perpetuated by the media, wireless, newspapers and any other media that can be plugged into.
I see where you are going with this, but surely my statement stands as fact?
Fact! And the fact being?
That: although verbs are a necessary adjunct of conversation, they do place undue strain upon the meter of free and unhindered conversation.
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But where would we be without them?”
You know, we could examine the common processes of the mind ad infinitum, but let us not forget a good conversation must usually follow a logical sequence.
Not necessarily so; no, most conversations are made up of information, and taking pleasure in that makes the best conversation.
Oh, Mr Holmes, the Bratwurst is ready; wink, wink.
Thank you Doris; we’ll be there momentarily.
Shall we rise from these comfortable seats by the fireside and go in to dinner?
Indeed. I seem to have worked up quite an appetite Holmes.
But verbs aside old chap, this is a delightful party.
Yes old friend, it is. I do believe the intoxicant is going to my head.
Same here.
And is that a clue I see?
Yes it is.
Are you waking up feeling all over a most indescribable dream that’s lost between the covers of your thought streams?
Yes indeed. It is coming in many sizes with a propensity of two Brahman seeds, but I am trying not to mix them up with the pumpkin seeds or I do feel I will be all over the place.
Yes, we must watch out for those pumpkin seeds.
And watch out for the Bratwurst, it’s moving.
Look! The Indian runner ran right through the wall of death and right out the other side. It was amazing. I wish I’d taken a picture. Oh the wireless waves, the wireless waves; and I am so glad for the illuminationary waves that come to make this a good party.
You see that cluster up there?
Yes Holmes, I surely do.
Well that was made by Perseus ten billion years ago.
He’s really old now then Holmes.
Indeed he is.
Enjoy your Bratwurst Holmes.
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I have a feeling that the days of the nexus company are over you know.
Oh. No more hip replacements from them then Holmes.
No more anything, Watson; but we digress.
I told you. It’s the verbs.
More like what’s in the tea I think. Are you sure this is all right?
Yes, yes. It’s been almost an hour. Don’t worry about a thing.
OK.
A door will open soon for you.
A door you say?
Yes, I just fell through it. Don’t be afraid, just go with it.
Wow!
Yes, it is echoic in here, isn’t it?
I can see verbs, floating by Holmes.
I told you.
Do you think we have the same barber?
I can’t say.
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Holmes?
What?
Are you still breathing?
Of course I am, can’t you hear me?
No, I can’t hear a thing.
Then by Jove man, you must be deaf.
Who is Jove?
I have no idea who he is yet.
Is he a witness?
Well now that you ask I can’t remember.
That’s quite all right, Holmes… Perhaps it is time for us to float away on the waves.
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Link to earlier part: https://steemit.com/powerhousecreatives/@wales/that-time-of-night
