starredthought:

thebakerstreetmarauder:

The blog counter on John’s blog is stuck on 1895 - the year The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes was published.

The year of Reichenbach.

Yes, but that’s not the whole story. See below:

always1895:

Once upon a time a Sherlock Holmes enthusiast from Chicago (actually born in Toronto) wrote a poem:

221B

Here dwell together still two men of note

Who never lived and so can never die:

How very near they seem, yet how remote

That age before the world went all awry.

But still the game’s afoot for those with ears

Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:

England is England yet, for all our fears–

Only those things the heart believes are true.

A yellow fog swirls past the window-pane

As night descends upon this fabled street:

A lonely hansom splashes through the rain,

The ghostly gas lamps fail at twenty feet.

Here, though the world explode, these two survive,

And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

– Vincent Starrett