#silk

I hear it still. As I lay down my pen and take to my bed, I am aware of the bow being drawn across the bridge and the music rises into the night sky. It is far away and barely audible - but there it is! A pizzicato. Then a tremelo. The style is unmistakable. It is Sherlock Holmes who is playing. It must be. I hope with all my heart that he is playing for me . . . ↗

— Anthony Horowitz

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#sherlock-holmes #the-house-of-silk #music

My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust. ↗

— Jane Birkin

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#got #into #left #mother #nothing