"I say, Watson, are you entirely inebriated this morning? The answer is simple you mumbling dolt. It's right here..." Don't you wonder how Sherlock never gets simply mauled and beaten to a pulp by his loyal sidekick? How long can one man take the insufferable insults of what is, we admit, the superior intellect? Maddening. Sherlock is, really, one small step away from becoming an early variant on Khan Noonian Singh, don't you think? Or some version of Moriarty. One lab accident away from Super Villain, honestly. We have to hope and believe that the unwavering goodness that forms Holme's backbone will never waver. Queen and country, and all that.