二○一一年一月十九日,断断续续下了两天雪,城里街道湿漉漉的,屋顶全白了,马路乌黑黏糊,寒风彻骨,行人如阴悒的黑色花瓣;这样的天气(不禁想起狄更斯和庞德),该可以躲在暖和的房间里,说说福尔摩斯了,还有他的贝克街——若给我的阅读写一部事无巨细的编年史,福尔摩斯的位置将非常特殊,而且矛盾:重要,但绝不显赫。正如他的身份,一名私家侦探,处处得保持风度和神秘感,目光炯炯地站在暗处,难以捉摸;不露痕迹地观察别人并揣摸别人,这是他的职业,而不是相 January 19, 2011, two days of intermittent snow, the streets of the city wet, the roof is white, the road dark and sticky, cold wind, pedestrians, such as Yin black petals; such a weather (can not help but Think of Dickens and Pound) that you can hide in a warm room, talk to Holmes, and his Baker Street - Holmes’s position will be very special if I write a monumental chronicle of my reading And contradictory: important, but not prominent. As his identity, a private detective, always have to maintain the grace and mystery, eyes stood in the darkness, elusive; observe others without touching and guess others, this is his occupation, not the phase