A/N: prompt 18 from Domina Temporis: A discussion of books


Books


The doctor sighed, and glared at Holmes,

And closed his dog-eared, tattered book.

"So tell me why my reading choice

Deserves that arch, indignant look."

Holmes shook his head, "I cannot see

It's worth your while to read romance;

Contrived coincidence, my friend,

Is not how decent plots advance.

And time machines! Ridiculous!

The folly of that draper, Wells.

And treasure! It's absurd a yarn

Of pirates, gold and shipwrecks, sells.

The secret to eternal youth?

That's one of Haggard's wilder tales.

And dinosaurs! Pure fantasy;

It's clear the author's reason fails.

I could go on. I know Lestrade

Is fond of jungles, penned just so,

With bears and wolves. Pure poppycock!

Just fairytales from head to toe!"

~0~

The doctor smiled, and looked at Holmes,

One eyebrow raised, began to speak.

"I must protest, since meeting you,

I see such marvels every week.

I've witnessed more preposterous scenes

Than authors you despise have found;

I doubt Professor Challenger

Encountered any giant hound.

No desert island treasure hunt

Can match events at Musgrave's Hall.

Eternal youth? A quest which caused

Professor Presbury's sad downfall.

The steamship Friesland's shocking end

Can match the Hispaniola's fate;

And Quatermain encountering

That foul red leech would hesitate.

I doubt that Kipling's jungle holds

More peril than a fogbound moor.

And as for fate and happenstance

Five words, dear Holmes; The Sign of the Four.

With jewels in geese, and dancing men,

James Phillimore, his final trip,

A lion's mane, the devil's foot,

And deaths foretold by orange pip.

Add Moriarty's evil schemes;

Admit it Holmes, you must concede,

Comparisons of both suggest

Real life is stranger; word and deed."

~0~

Holmes blinked at Watson thoughtfully;

At last began to understand.

Perhaps he'd find the time to read

A certain author in "The Strand".

~0~


a/n2: references to various Victorian authors and their works. Holmes' opinion is his own:-p