Suddenly the dreamer disappeared, and Holmes, the man of action, sprang from his chair. - Arthur Conan Doyle

You remind me of Edgar Allan Poe's Dupin. I had no idea that such individuals did exist out of stories.

When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

His very person and appearance were such as to strike the attention of the most casual observer. In height he was rather over six feet, and so excessively lean that he seemed to be considerably taller. His eyes were sharp and piercing, save during those intervals of torpor to which I have alluded; and his thin, hawk-like nose gave his whole expression an air of alertness and decision. His chin, too, had the prominence and squareness which mark the man of determination. His hands were invariably blotted with ink and stained with chemicals, yet he was possessed of extraordinary delicacy of touch, as I frequently had occasion to observe when I watched him manipulating his fragile philosophical instruments.