Nice. However, it seems to me that this short story is full of bloviation. It's kind of wordy, and the caliber of words, I think, is overkill. It reminds me of a hunter using a machine gun to kill a deer. While the deer is dead (and might I add that no deer has been any more dead in the course of history), he cannot enjoy the meat of it. I found myself glancing over sentences, reading the first five or so words just to get the sense of it before I could not see the forest for the trees. That being said, it would not be a problem in a novel. Suppose that hunter gunned down 50 deer; then he would have meat aplenty. In a novel, you would more adequately be able to stress your literary genius and create something truly beautiful.

One more thought. Familiarity breeds contempt. Even the finest, choicest words, if overused, can turn sour. Otherwise, great story! (Sorry if this reads a little harsh...)

Well-done imagery.

I like how you seem to know how Watson would interpret Holmes's actions - ever the romantic!

And poor, predictably unromantic Sherlock. Will he ever lose himself?

I enjoyed the fic, and you write very intelligently. Bravo!

Very cool! I love the imagery and the ideas presented here.

Why has no ne else reviewed?

This is most excellent!

I hope to see more of your work soon!