December 2009
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“Heaven knows what the objects of his studies are.  But here we are, and you must form your own impression about him.”  As he spoke, we turned down a narrow lane and passed through a small side-door which opened into a wing of the great hospital.  It was familiar ground to me, and I needed no guiding as we ascended the bleak stone staircase and made our way down the long corridor with...
Dec 29th
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“To the Red-headed League — on account of the bequest of the late Ezekiah Hopkins of Lebanon, Penn., U.S.A., there is now another vacancy open which entitles a member of the League to a salary of four pounds a week for purely nominal services.  All red-headed men who are sound in body and mind, and above the age of twenty-one years, are eligible.  Apply in person on Monday, at eleven...
Dec 28th
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One summer evening in 1889, a young medical school graduate named Arthur Conan Doyle arrived by train at London’s Victoria Station and took a hansom cab two and a half miles north to the famed Langham Hotel on Upper Regent Street. Then living in obscurity in the coastal town of Southsea, near Portsmouth, the 30-year-old ophthalmologist was looking to advance his writing career. The magazine...
Dec 28th
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“And mademoiselle’s address?” he asked. “Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St John’s Wood.” — Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, “A Scandal in Bohemia”
Dec 27th
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