Воспоминания Шерлока Холмса
The Musgrave Ritual
Hehadahorrorofdestroyingdocuments,especiallythosewhichwereconnectedwithhispastcases,andyetitwasonlyonceineveryyearortwothathewouldmusterenergytodocketandarrangethem;for,asIhavementionedsomewhereintheseincoherentmemoirs,theoutburstsofpassionateenergywhenheperformedtheremarkablefeatswithwhichhisnameisassociatedwerefollowedbyreactionsoflethargyduringwhichhewouldlieaboutwithhisviolinandhisbooks,hardlymovingsavefromthesofatothetable.Thusmonthaftermonthhispapersaccumulateduntileverycorneroftheroomwasstackedwithbundlesofmanuscriptwhichwereonnoaccounttobeburned,andwhichcouldnotbeputawaysavebytheirowner.Onewinter’snight,aswesattogetherbythefire,Iventuredtosuggesttohimthat,ashehadfinishedpastingextractsintohiscommonplacebook,hemightemploythenexttwohoursinmakingourroomalittlemorehabitable.Hecouldnotdenythejusticeofmyrequest,sowitharatherruefulfacehewentofftohisbedroom,fromwhichhereturnedpresentlypullingalargetinboxbehindhim.Thisheplacedinthemiddleofthefloor,and,squattingdownuponastoolinfrontofit,hethrewbackthelid.Icouldseethatitwasalreadyathirdfullofbundlesofpapertiedupwithredtapeintoseparatepackages.
"Therearecasesenoughhere,Watson,"saidhe,lookingatmewithmischievouseyes."IthinkthatifyouknewallthatIhadinthisboxyouwouldaskmetopullsomeoutinsteadofputtingothersin.
