“If I have a lot of fun with it [his private life], then there’s far more chance of me being exposed having a lot of fun with it, which makes me look like a wanker. That is a little bit of a worry for me. It inhibits me from going, ‘Dah-dah-dah, let’s party!’ because you just know your behaviour is going to get on some blog or tweet or gossip column. “Before, with anonymity, I didn’t have to worry about that problem. But then,” he adds with a wry chuckle, “I didn’t have that much to wield with a smile.” -Benedict Cumberbatch
There was no other way to describe the gaping hole that seemed to have replaced the one Sherlock had once filled. Empty, might be another good choice.
That idiot.
Leaving the cases, the equipment, the people who cared about him behind; leaving him behind. The heartless bastard.
And yet he couldn’t bring himself to hate him. Not one ounce of him.
And those bright blue eyes,
Can only meet mine across the room,
Filled with people that are less important than you.
Cause you love, love, love,
When you know I can’t love, you. [x]
The book was finally published in April 2005. I think Stuart would’ve liked it.
