My friend was an enthusiastic musician, being himself not only a very capable performer but a composer of no ordinary merit. All the afternoon he sat in the stalls wrapped in the most perfect happiness, gently waving his long, thin fingers in time to the music, while his gently smiling face and his languid, dreamy eyes were as unlike those of Holmes the sleuth-hound, Holmes the relentless, keen-witted, ready-handed criminal agent, as it was possible to conceive. In his singular character the dual nature alternately asserted itself, and his extreme exactness and astuteness represented, as I have often thought, the reaction against the poetic and contemplative mood which occasionally predominated in him.
God that letter makes me cry. I can't wait to know how you end this. Please know that despite I deleted my tumblr for personal reasons and have taken a huge step back in this fandom that I am still here to read the last chapter and yell about it to you because it's so amazing---every time I re read it I'm in awe at how amazing it is. Best of luck! -naomi (iadler/newmixgirl) <3