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Literary Detection And Firearms Don't Really Go Hand In Hand; Pen Mighter Than The Sword And So Forth.

She Wasn't The Only One To Be Physically Morphed By Reader Expectation. Miss Havisham Was Now Elderly Whether She Liked It Or Not, And Sherlock Holmes Wore A Deerstalker And Smoked A Ridiculously Large Pipe. The Problem Wasn't Just Confined To The Classics. Harry Potter Was Seriously Pissed Off That He'd Have To Spend The Rest Of Life Looking Like Daniel Radcliffe.

The Inspiration Comes From Everywhere, From What I Grew Up With. There's So Much Silliness And Nonsense In The World That We Regard As Normal Working Procedure. The Satirical Point Of The View May Be To Counterpoint That. The Way We Look At Classics Has Been Hijacked By The Intelligentsia - Shakespeare Is Highbrow And Seen As Something Clever People Do, Which Isn't Right At All. I Basically Pull Inspiration From Everywhere.

You Nearly Killed Eight People!" I Managed To Gasp Out Loud. "my Count Was Closer To Twelve," Returned Havisham As She Opened The Door. "and Anyhow, You Can't Nearly Kill Someone. Either They Are Dead Or They Are Not.

I Collect Ex-boyfriends -- And More Than Five, At Last Count.