9AM
I think he’s basically - he didn’t start this way. He’s brilliant, he was obviously a prodigy at school, and an outsider because of that, and I think what happened is that through dint of that isolating experience, he started to hone these very concentrated skills. And they require certain cut-offs, and I think, ideally, what he’s trying to fashion himself into, because he has possibly been hurt, because he does, possibly, have a heart. He’s someone whose robotic, almost, in his illogical capacity to deal with people, problems, like a machine. What this series is about, in the gestation of his character and the relationship with Watson, that very much humanizes and grounds him, is his growth from this sort of impervious, uh, almost superhero-level of intelligence acquired through dint of hard work, but almost unreal. He protects that to a point whereby he can’t anymore, he has to - and his guard’s let down by his feelings. The fact that he’s revealed to be human. So we see eventually a humanization of him, I guess. And, um, I think that’s his biggest problem, is wanting to be more than human, and escape the frailties of being human, while at the same time being human.
Benedict Cumberbatch, when asked about his character Sherlock Holmes. (x)(Source: expelliarmed, via bachin221b)
12PM
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I know you all can see it in your head - armed with coffee and energy drinks students across the nation eat food on the fly with flashcards in hand. Conversations consist of test prep and not wanting to talk about it. Sleep? What is this thing called sleep? We don’t need sleep, we just need the printer to remain on line for the duration. Don’t ask for others for printer points because they will not be shared. Sticky notes and dog-eared pages are the mainstay. Organization reaches the level of so organized only a few can possibly understand it all. The business clothes for presentations makes itself known along side the sleep wear of folks that just don’t care anymore. True, there are always the few who have given up. Pause for a moment of silence to all those who have thrown their hands up in agony, screamed at the top of their lungs and flew by the seat of their pants. For the rest who still fight the good fight. Good luck.
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