How did your brain even learn human speech? Yes sir, Captain Tightpants! Course you couldn't buy an invite with a diamond the size of a testicle, but I got my hands on a couple. Also? I can kill you with my brain. Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last. I have always held, too, that pistol practice should be distinctly an open-air pastime; and when Holmes, in one of his queer humours, would sit in an armchair with his hair-trigger and a hundred Boxer cartridges and proceed to adorn the opposite wall with a patriotic V.R. done in bullet pocks, I felt strongly that neither the atmosphere nor the appearance of our room was improved by it. Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality. As to my own little practice, it seems to be degenerating into […]