I Fear That If The Matter Is

The Future Was With Fate. The Present Was Our Own.

Ah! My Dear Watson, There We Come Into Those Realms Of Conjecture, Where The Most Logical Mind May Be At Fault. Sherlock Holmes Speaking With Dr. Watson.

I Trust That Age Doth Not Wither Nor Custom Stale My Infinite Variety.

Skill Is Fine, And Genius Is Splendid, But The Right Contacts Are More Valuable Than Either.

As A Rule, Said Holmes, The More Bizarre A Thing Is The Less Mysterious It Proves To Be. It Is Your Commonplace, Featureless Crimes Which Are Really Puzzling, Just As A Commonplace Face Is The Most Difficult To Identify.