We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we’re falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.
Watson: You've been in this room for two weeks. Watson: I insist, you have to get out. Holmes: There's nothing of interest for me... Holmes: Out there... Holmes: On earth... Holmes: At all...
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