"My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes, as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at
Baker Street, "life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would
not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out
of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep
in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings,
the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through
generation, and leading to the outre results, it would make
all fiction with its conventionalities and
foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable."
-Arthur Conan Doyle, the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, A Case of Identity
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