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Edgar Allan Poe-The Raven

, 21 2011 . 20:29 +

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

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You know you are a Sherlockian when...

, 12 2011 . 15:34 +
You know that you are a sherlockian when:
1. you are bored (BORED. Bored!!).
2. you are on FIRE!
3. you ponder the best way to destroy all self-check machines for the sake of your sanity and mankind.
4. you hate those bloody self check out machines.
5. body parts in your fridge, microwave or other kitchen appliances is just de rigueur.
6. the idea of body parts in the fridge/microwave doesn't seem like a deal-breaker for a flatmate.
7. you do experimentation's using your microwave and your fridge as part of the methodology.
8. flogging a corpse with a riding crop just seems the thing to do.
9. you scour the net/high street looking for a riding crop.
10. safety Orange trauma blankets have become the new "black".
11. your text message notification is Sherlock saying "What now? I'm in shock - look I've got a blanket."
12. you don't see anything wrong with hacking your flatmate's laptop just because you can't be bothered to get your own out of the bedroom.
13. you start hacking cell phones just to tell people how "Wrong" the police are.
14. you have a housekeeper, not a landlady.
15. oatmeal colored jumpers become hotter to you than "Lesbian Asian Triplets" night on the Playboy Network.
16. you have the urge to aquire a blue scarf and wear it everywhere.
17. you've got out your long wool coat and keep wearing it *in the middle of summer*. *With a scarf*. *And gloves*.
18. you are wishing away the summer with one eye on your long wool coat.
19. you're filled with the sudden, irrational desire to buy and then wear thick, woolly sweaters. In the middle of a hot Californian summer.
20. you're filled with the sudden, irrational desire to buy and then wear tailored, dashing suits. Even if you're just sitting around at home.
21. you want nothing more than have certain roomates rip the aforementioned sweaters and suits off of each other.
22. you start ripping off your friend's clothes in a darkened swimming pool.
23. you crash your housemate's date without realising how awkward it might be.
24. ...you tell your flatmate to "Come at once, if convenient" and it starts to mean something altogether different.
25. "Asexual" starts to mean "John!sexual".
26. "get my phone, it's in my pocket" means "I want to have your babies.
27. you constantly correct everyone's grammar. Out loud.
28. you call it an aeroplane, not an airplane.
29. you begin to use British vernacular even though you live smack dab in the middle of the States (hooray for jumpers, mobiles and aeroplanes).
30. Taxis > Rooftops > Walking.
31. you start winking at people whilst making that 'click' sound.
32. you try to look pompous and serious while Tweeting something silly from your mobile.
33. you vehemently deny that you are a psychopath and would prefer to be known as a highly-functioning sociopath.
34. you see anyone who looks like Anderson you tell them to stop thinking since they're lowering the IQ of the whole street.
35. other peoples stupidity really annoys you.
36. you refer to your sibling as your 'arch enemy'.
37. you see a man with a long umbrella and immedietely think he may be dangerous.
38. you buy an umbrella and you are never seen using it; just twirling it.
39. Browning Service revolvers become the favorite creative tool of your inner tortured genius/artist.
40. ...eating becomes that thing that "other" people do.
41. you're a true musical savant and yet your violin playing STILL sounds like an agonizingly dying cat.
42. when you tell people you know that you'll "Catch. Them. Later."
43. postmortem spit coagulation becomes more germane to your daily life than Earth's place in the larger solar system.
44. the very first thing you buy with your very first paycheck is a thick hardbound copy of The Complete Sherlock Holmes.
45. you spend your day off having a Sherlock day, going to the big bookshop to see what Sherlock books they have, then on to baker street and the Sherlock museum, speedys cafe, and then to see the Sherlock play currently in the westend.
46. you acquire a comely sidekick and a crazy arch nemesis (other than your brother) all in one week.
47. you're walking down the street/in the mall/anywhere public & you start eyeing people, trying to deduce who they are & how they live their lives.
48. you want to kill everyone for a cigarette!
49. you start loading up your arms with nicotine patches claiming "this is a three patch problem".
50. you want to get nicotine patches (whether you smoke or not).
51. you have a mug of tea at work because something is "a two brew problem".
52. you can't seem to watch the shows, fanvids and clips on youtube without craving Chinese take out.
53. crime reports come on the news and you have to tell yourself "Do not Giggle! It's a crime scene!"
54. end your texts with your initials.
55. you miss your skull from osteology class and seriously start looking around to buy a new one.
56. you start finding criminal activities more interesting than bad.
57. you think the best skin colour is milky white.
58. you learn to swordfight.
59. you forget irrelevant information.
60. you start imagining special effects every time you look at a text or make an observation.
61. you steeple your hands when you think or give great explanations.
62. in a cafe you transfixedly stare at the space around you with your hands put together, barely paying attention to your friend talking.
63. you say "obvious" to any fact, obvious or otherwise.
64. ...you tell someone to turn around because they're putting you off.
65. ...you tell people to come anyway, even if inconvenient.
66. ...your favourite body part of your friend is the fact they're shorter than you.
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"I'm the great Sherlock Holmes, I work alone 'cause no one can compete with my massive intellect!"
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Sherlock: "I need to get some air, we're going out tonight."
John: "Actually, I've uh, got a date."
Sherlock: "What?"
John: "It's where two people who like each other go out and have fun."
Sherlock: "That's what I was suggesting."
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Sherlock: "Just tell me what happened from the beginning."
Barry: "We've been to a bar, a nice place, and I was chattin' with one of the waitresses and Karen weren't happy with that, so we got back to the hotel and ended up having a bit of a ding dong, didn't we? She was gettin' at me, saying I werent a real man-- "
Sherlock: "Wasnt."
Barry: "What?"
Sherlock: "Its not werent, its wasnt."
Barry: "Oh..."
Sherlock: "Go on."
Barry: "Well, then I dont know how it happened but suddenly there's a knife in my hands. And you know, my old man was a butcher so I know how to handle knives. He learned us how to cut up a piece-- "
Sherlock: "Taught."
Barry: "What?"
Sherlock: "Taught you how to cut up a piece."
Barry: "Yeah, well, then I done it."
Sherlock: "Did it."
Barry: "I stabbed her over and over and over and I looked at her and she werent-- ... wasn't movin' no more. Any more."

Barry: "Hey, you gotta help me, Mr. Holmes! Everyone says you're the best. Without you... I'll get hung for this."
Sherlock: "No, no, Mr. Bewick, not at all. Hanged, yes."

John: "There's a head in the fridge. A bloody head!"
Sherlock: "Where else was I supposed to put it?"

John: "A severed head!"
Sherlock: "Just tea for me, thanks."

John: "What the hell are you doing?!"
Sherlock: "Bored."
John: "...what?"
Sherlock: "Bored!"
He shoots the wall.
Sherlock: "Bored!"
And again.
Sherlock: "Bored! I don't know what's gotten into the criminal classes, good job I'm not one of them."
John: "So you take it out on the wall?"
Sherlock: "Oh, the wall had it coming."

"Oh hell, what does it matter?! So we go round the sun - if we went round the moon or... round and round the garden like a teddy bear, it wouldn't make any difference."
()Sherlock

Sherlock: "Look at that, Mrs. Hudson. Quiet, calm, peaceful... isn't it hateful?"
Mrs. Hudson: "Oh, I'm sure something will turn up, Sherlock. A nice murder, that'll cheer you up."

Sherlock: "You read his blog?"
Lestrade: "'Course I read his blog, we all do! Do you really not know that the earth goes around the sun?"

Lestrade: "But what's this got to do with that painting? I don't see-- "
Sherlock: "You do see, you just don't observe!"
John: "Alright! Alright, girls, calm down."

John: "Fantastic."
Sherlock: "Meretricious."
Lestrade: "And happy new year."

"Oh, so you meant spectacularly ignorant in a nice way."
()Sherlock

John: "So why is he doing this then? Playing this game with you? Do you think he wants to be caught?"
Sherlock: "I think he wants to be distracted."
John: "Well, I hope you'll be very happy together."
Sherlock: "...sorry, what?"
John: "There are lives at stake, Sherlock! Actual human lives! Just so I know, do you care about that at all?"
Sherlock: "Would caring about them help to save them?"
John: "No."
Sherlock: "Then I'll continue not to make that mistake."
John: "And you find that easy, do you?"
Sherlock: "Yes, very. Is that news to you?"
John: "No... no."
Sherlock: "... I've disappointed you."
John: "It's good. It's a good deduction, yes."
Sherlock: "Don't make people into heroes, John: heroes don't exist, and if they did I wouldn't be one of them."

"Let him go or I will kill you."
()John (to the Golem)

"Why does anyone do anything? Because I'm bored. We were made for each other, Sherlock."
()Jim Moriarty (through victim #2)

Jim Moriarty: "I will burn the heart out of you."
Sherlock: "I have been reliably informed that I don't have one."
Jim Moriarty: "Oh, but we both know that's not quite true."

Sherlock: "People have died."
Jim Moriarty: "That's what people do!"

John: "You, ripping off my clothes in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk."
Sherlock: "People do little else."
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