It might have driven me mad; but I was always a pretty stubborn one, so I just held on and bided my time. - Arthur Conan Doyle

Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age.

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. It was a fine, thick piece of wood, bulbous-headed, of the sort which is known as a "Penang lawyer." Just under the head was a broad silver band nearly an inch across. "To James Mortimer, M.R.C.S., from his friends of the C.C.H.," was engraved upon it, with the date "1884." It was just such a stick as the old-fashioned family practitioner used to carry — dignified, solid, and reassuring."

Suddenly the dreamer disappeared, and Holmes, the man of action, sprang from his chair.