I'm not enough of an afficionado to recall her name, or the alleged effect upon Holmes' already pretty bizarre psyche. Hey - he's a *fictional* character: no licensed shrink is listed on his death certificate (at the Falls, in death throes with Moriarty? or after his resurrection by public demand). Well.. he did hang out with Freud re his coke habit. But...

Besides, it's a modern perversity - this morbid preoccupation of assigning 'tendencies' to everyone from Ogg, Ork and Oola onwards - as if the bloody Puritans began in the ice age. {sheesh} Maybe sex Was better amidst the Victorians! - perhaps massive public hypocrisy IS the secret sauce?

Bet ya can imagine the plot-lines of a current US Tee Vee "dating show" called, Elimidate..[\ufffd]

Lastly, what're the odds that Norman has connected Popeye's little plaint, of every befuddled male - to Verdi's aria of the same persuasion?





\ufffd Yup, you guessed it: these cardboard characters (But Live-cardboard, apparently) strut about self-congratulating, engaging in pissing contests about their abilities / in presence of their present 'dates', then cut to poor quality spy cams, as they go about meeting new 'dates' -- and comparing. Boy do they Compare. Shallowness of a new depth, acute absence of empathy for any other living creature and: I guess it's Popular as a content-free means of filling the time between ads. Odious is too kind a review.

Ashton
..and what about Ahab's preoccupation with that whale? Why it's just Everywhere! Cleo's asp? Uh huh Uh huh huh huuuh