"But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes or Watson . . . Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are they not there this instant, as one writes? . . . Outside, the hansoms rattle through the rain, and Moriarty plans his latest devilry. Within, the sea-coal flames upon the hearth, and Holmes and Watson take their well-won ease . . . So they live still for all that love them well: in a romantic chamber of the heart: in a nostalgic country of the mind: where it is always 1895."
(By Vincent Starrett, no livro The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes -1933)
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