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The World Is Full Of Obvious Things Which Nobody By Any Chance Ever Observes.

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I Followed You.' I Saw No One.' That Is What You May Expect To See When I Follow You.

You Never Tire Of The Moor. You Cannot Think The Wonderful Secrets Which It Contains. It Is So Vast, And So Barren, And So Mysterious.

One Forms Provisional Theories And Waits For Time Or Fuller Knowledge To Explode Them. A Bad Habit, Mr. Ferguson, But Human Nature Is Weak. Sherlock Holmes Speaking With Dr. Watson.