On with the motley

There seems to me to be absolutely no limit to the inanity and credulity of the human race. Homo Sapiens! Homo idioticus!

— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (via libraryland) (via booklover)


Reblogged booklover.

When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

— Sherlock Holmes (Arthur Conan Doyle) (via nihilnoetia)


Reblogged nathanielstuart.

flickflickflicker:

flickflickflicker:

(via flickflickflicker)
Bliss.

(via flickflickflicker)

Bliss.

ouverture:

Audrey Hepburn and Jeremy Brett

War and Peace (1956), King Vidor

ouverture:

Audrey Hepburn and Jeremy Brett

War and Peace (1956), King Vidor

Tagged Jeremy Brett.
Reblogged ouverture.

A signed programme for The Secret of Sherlock Holmes that Maureen Johnson gave to me a little while ago.

A signed programme for The Secret of Sherlock Holmes that Maureen Johnson gave to me a little while ago.

Tagged Jeremy Brett.

Holmes and Watson think everyone should just chill. In the icy mountains. Where it’s cool. (The Final Problem.)

Holmes and Watson think everyone should just chill. In the icy mountains. Where it’s cool. (The Final Problem.)

Jeremy reading Puss in Boots.

letusreadandletusdance:

My Fair Lady


Reblogged letusreadandletusdance.

We interrupt our normally scheduled motley to bring you the following:
Born Today: Poet Ted Hughes (image via)
Edward James Hughes OM (17 August 1930 – 28 October 1998) was an English poet and children’s writer. Hughes was British Poet Laureate from 1984 until his death.
“Remember how we picked the daffodils?
Nobody else remembers, but I remember.”
(From “Daffodils,” Birthday Letters, 1998

We interrupt our normally scheduled motley to bring you the following:

Born Today: Poet Ted Hughes (image via)

Edward James Hughes OM (17 August 1930 – 28 October 1998) was an English poet and children’s writer. Hughes was British Poet Laureate from 1984 until his death.

“Remember how we picked the daffodils?

Nobody else remembers, but I remember.”

(From “Daffodils,” Birthday Letters, 1998

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