and all will turn to silver glass.

Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold,
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns Old,
The Pines were Roaring on The Heights,
The Winds were Moaning in the Night,
The Fire was Red, it Flaming Spread,
The Trees Like Torches Blazed with Light.

The Hobbit - “Misty Mountains”

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But there can be no grave for Sherlock Holmes or Doctor Watson. … Shall they not always live in Baker Street? Are they not there this moment, as one writes? … Outside, the hansoms rattle through the rain, and Moriarty plans his latest devilry. Within, the sea coal flames upon the hearth and Holmes and Watson take their well-won ease. … So they still live for all that love them well: in a romantic chamber of the heart, in a nostalgic country of the mind, where it is always 1895.

— Vincent Starrett, The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (University of Chicago Press, 1960)

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