On the train journey there: Holmes: Has his nose buried deep in the London Times Newspaper, while profusely puffing away on his pipe, creating more smoke than the London to Edinburgh express that they're travelling in, while... Watson: Is excitedly looking thru the window at the passing scenery, like a 5 year old going to the seaside.

Watson: I’m really looking forward to this Holmes, don’t you know?

Holmes: (still buried behind his broadsheet, agitatedly puffs upon his pipe and scoffs to himself with contempt!)

Later that evening, after a good meal and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and went to sleep. 

But some hours later, Holmes awoke and (forcefully) nudged his faithful friend awake...


Holmes: WATSON! WATSON! Quick! WAKE-UP WATSON!


Watson: snore, snore, err, gulp... Wha, Wha, What's afoot Holmes!?


Holmes: Quick Watson! Look up at the sky and tell me what you see!


Watson: (dazed) Well err, I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes?


Holmes: So... What does that tell you, Watson?


Watson: 
(Pondered for a minute, cleared is throat, took a depth breath, and said)... 

Well Holmes...
Astronomically: It tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets, and that Saturn is in Leo. 

Horologically: I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three, and…

Theologically: I can see that God is all-powerful and that we are small and insignificant. 

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Holmes: (impatiently) Yes, Yes, Yes, Watson, but what else!


Watson: Well, err, oh yes Holmes...
Meteorologically: I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. 

(excitedly) So Holmes... How did I do ?


Holmes: (was silent, looked at Watson in disbelief & disgust, & then said)...

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WATSON YOU BLITHERING IDIOT !

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