Following a short luncheon with a colleague at a nearby eating-establishment, I returned to my abode where I would remain for the rest of the day and night.  The afternoon was devoured as I labored away at the chalk-board on a formula which has perpetually perplexed me.  As I simply cannot disregard a paradox, history will either prove me a genius or an inexorably obstinate ignoramus.  I scribbled and paced well into the evening only stopping when Ulysses was audacious enough to enter the room to alert me that it was time for my favourite television program The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

To answer your two questions: yes, I do have a television; and yes, I do watch it on rare occasion, but only those presentations which might expand my mind rather than to subdue it.  This program of which I speak is a beautifully-rendered production of Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle’s stories which have been airing every Saturday evening on public television.  The episodes were filmed between 1984 and 1994 and featured an actor named Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes.  In my estimation he was a brilliant artist.  I have read that he spent those years obsessing over the role, becoming Sherlock Holmes to such an extent that he carried the eccentricities and neuroses of his character into daily life, suffering from manic depression and dying of heart failure in 1985.  He is absolutely the star of the program, portraying Holmes’ erratic mannerisms and oratorical cunning with artistry.  As you surely know by now, I am enamored by the inventive use of language; but I am doubly impressed by those who exhibit a gift-for-gab.  Ergo, this program is something I am fervently drawn-to, and so I scarcely miss an episode. 

It has recently come to my attention that there is a new box-office film entitled Sherlock Holmes with Robert Downey Jr. portraying the good detective.  However, in viewing the trailer I was disenchanted to say the least!  It seems no more than another ‘cute’ Hollywood action/comedy, characters and plot being interchangeable with of Pirates of Caribbean.  We are not fools – give us substance!  Have you noticed that in this modern-era cartoons are written for adults and feature-films for children?  Just an observation..  That is all. 

Good day!
Mister Hazelwood