Sherlock Holmes must be the most intriguing person I have ever met.
His whole being fascinates me to such an extent.
The way he moves, talks and also the way he lives is exciting and new to me.
His friendship is so important and so very dear to me.
Sometimes I cannot help myself to watch him when he is so deep in thought that he doesn't realize anything that happens around him.
When it comes to one of his cases, he rises out of his lethargy and pulls himself out of ''the dull routine of existence '' as he likes to call the simple daily life to work his brilliant brain.

Motionless he sits in his chair.
His hands are neatly folded beneath his chin.
His eyebrows are drawn together in a troubled way of deep concern.
Grey eyes are half closed and looking into nothingness.
Long legs are drawn up to his chest and his toes curl.
His breathing seems ragged to me and on his forehead light perspiration is glimmering in the dim light of our sitting room.

Deep in thought Holmes closes his eyes.
He has pulled himself into his mind palace.
I observe how from time to time he groans in frustration.
Lines of extreme concentration form on his forehead.

His whole being gives you the feeling that the room is vibrating under his brilliant mind.
Holmes once told me that in this state he feels complete.
This is his proper atmosphere.
He craves mental exaltation.

His eyes open once more. They are wide open now. And with an almost childish happiness he smiles at me. In a glorious joy he exclaims ''Watson!''
He cracked the code.