Here dwell together still two men of note
Who never lived and so can never die:
How very near they seem, yet how remote
That age before the world went all awry.
But still the game’s afoot for those with ears
Attuned to catch the distant view-halloo:
England is England yet, for all our fears–
Only those things the heart believes are true.
— Vincent Starrett, “221B”
The best of Gillian Anderson’s Reddit AMA - in case you missed it.
But the final hour is called “Heroine” for a reason, as this is also a story about Joan Watson at the end of the day. In a case where Sherlock is at his weakest, and when he is unable to realize that the path to victory is failure because it means acknowledging that failure is even a possibility, it is Joan who sees more clearly. Joan isn’t afraid of Moriarty, but is rather protective of Sherlock (as both his sober companion and his partner), and the confusion that Moriarty’s emergence creates within Sherlock creates surety for Joan. If Sherlock only sees puzzles and Moriarty only sees games, Watson sees actual people: her interest in Sherlock is human, the kind of relationship that Moriarty can’t even imagine (referring to her as a mascot at one point in their lunch date). While the truth about Moriarty robs Sherlock of the most striking, human connection he believed he had ever made, the resulting investigation reaffirms a more powerful connection in his partnership with Joan, the newly discovered species of Newglassia Watsonia a metaphor for what happens when an extremely rare bee miraculously unexpectedly finds a compatible partner.
“The Woman”/“Heroine” Recap - The A.V. Club
(via deepbutdazzlingdarkness)
Mark Rothko, Green Over Blue, 1956.
“I’m not an abstractionist. I’m not interested in the relationship of color or form or anything else. I’m interested only in expressing basic human emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, doom, and so on.”
You ever have one of those moments when it hits you how overwhelmingly and beautifully blessed you are?
To have the people in your life loving you the way they do? To have the fullness in your belly from a home-cooked meal, and a few beers to wash it down with? To have the roof over your head, and even a couple other roofs that would gladly be your home should you ever need it?
I am so goddamn fortunate. The older version of me didn’t appreciate these things. The slightly less-older version of me would just be waiting for the other shoe to drop. The person I am now just drove home with a full heart and an enormous smile on her face.
Four years ago I wouldn’t have believed I could be this happy. Four years ago I could not conceive of anything other than my misery and desperately wanting a way out. I won’t attempt to predict the next four years, and I’ve gone through enough to know that life can change in the blink of an eye. But at least I know that when it does - as I’m certain it will - I’ll have the strength of the happiness I feel now to carry me through the darkness, onto better times ahead. Over and over, steps perhaps stuttering and stumbling but still progressing, onward and upward.
“There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things. Isn’t that the point?”
thank you, warehouse 13.
Echoing the sentiment that it’s sad to know the doors will be closing, but at least we’ll get the gift of a wrap-up. Looking forward to what the writers come up with for these heroes.
