Watson:
It's a lovely morning, Holmes.
It's a lovely morning, Holmes.
Holmes:
There's an east wind coming, Watson.
There's an east wind coming, Watson.
Watson:
I don't think so. Looks like another warm day.
I don't think so. Looks like another warm day.
Holmes:
Good old Watson. The one fixed point in a changing age.
Good old Watson. The one fixed point in a changing age.
But there's an east wind coming all the same. Such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast.
But it's God's own wind none the less. And a greener, better, stronger land will be in the sunshine when the wind is cleared.
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