Dinner with any fictional character?
I long to have dinner with a maverick.
Ofcourse the only one of his kind.
“My mind,” he said, “rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation. That is why I have chosen my own particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.”
Scandalous.
A hound with a nose for speckled bands and red heads.
A loner.
A man who abhorred company.
Someone who found the bottomless pit of human capacity for idiocy incredulous.
Autistic.
A sociopath.
An unintended fashion icon.
A freak of nature.
A science geek.
A man on whose arms the violin truly belonged.
A man with the patience of a young firecracker when his work involved bumbling humans but blessed with the patience of the dead when involved with anything that stimulated his unrivaled mind.
Who didn’t care much for eloquence or romance.
But bromance? A reluctant pro!
Fascinated by one. Just that one .
A man with an unparalled character and destiny.
My inspiration ever since my days of learning to tolerate human company began as a kid. A man who has given me company in ways no human ever can. Through depression, anxiety, break ups, make ups, and all kinds of uphealvels through life; the good times, the bad times and the excrutiatingly mind numbing days.
The only man who I always crawled back to, in times of need and greed.
His mind chiming like a perpetual clock. His eyes like a hawk staring into space, boring into a singular thought until it revealed it’s naked face to him and him alone.
A marvellous life.
An equally impossible death that is still a puzzle.
Who?
Who? Who?
“Excellent!” I cried. “Elementary,” said he.
Now that I think about it, I doubt we would eat at that dinner though as we are both eccentric eaters.
No doubt, he would find me boring as a worm. But I would give anything to hear him say this to me, once…just once.
“It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.”
An evening of a lifetime.
A date with history.
A dinner with Sherlock Holmes, the maverick.
“Am dining at Goldini’s Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver.”
The game is afoot, my love!
All quotes are accredited to the peerless Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of the most maverick of all mavericks!
Care to drop a tiny pearl from the ocean of your mind?