So... I've just listened to the final episode of the further adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Bert Coules...
Holmes and Watson solved the case and are back at Baker Street. Holmes starts to play the violin.
Watson : You played that for me just after a few days when we had first moved in here
Watson : I didn't have the least idea what to make of you.
Watson : well, I think so, yes... Maybe... You know, I love these moments, the case is solved, everything is over and we are back here in the warmth and comfort.
Holmes : Tell the next client that comes along.
Watson : Ah, and then off you go again. I wish it could always be like this.
Holmes suddenly stops playing.
Holmes : Watson... It will.
Watson : How can it? Nothing lasts forever.
Holmes : It will because of you. Because of your stories. Can't you see? It doesn't matter what happens here, in the real world. We're more than reality. You and I. You, my friend, have made us immortal.
Watson : That's quite a thought.
Holmes : It's the truth. As long as there are mysteries and murders-
Watson : and fog and fear-
Holmes: and terror and injustice -
Watson : then Sherlock Holmes, privat consulting detective
Holmes : and John H. Watson, chronicler, comrade and friend-
Holmes : waiting for the dramatic ring of the doorbell.
Together : The game's afoot!
Bert Coules, thank you for this. How am I to live with the knowledge of this and the fact that I am now finished with all the audio books.
Oh, what a wonderful scene!