I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy.
"Sherlock Holmes, you are a back-stabbing, heartless, manipulative bastard."
"And you, as it turns out, are a grasping, opportunistic, publicity-hungry tabloid whore."
"So we’re good, then?"
"Yeah, of course."
What are you? An idiot, a drunk or a criminal?! Now quickly! Tell me!
We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants, so I wouldn’t have too much hope.