The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen…. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
-The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (1892) Dr. Watson in “A Scandal in Bohemia”
Mortimer: You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I’d hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull, or such well-marked supraorbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? Holmes: [sounding scandalized] Please! Dr. Mortimer! Mortimer: A cast of your skull then, until the original becomes available. Holmes: [laughs heartily] Mortimer: It is not my intention to be fulsome but I confess, I covet your skull. Holmes: [grinning] Behave and sit down, Dr. Mortimer.