title: Sherlock Holmes: In His Own Words and in the Words of Those Who Knew Him
author: Barry Day
description: to the stubbornly immortal Sherlock, the detective of his own creation who had even then taken the popluar imagination of England and America by storm. (Bill Ruehlmann <i>Virginian Pilot</i>)<br /><br />Anyone who loves the Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson stories will greatly enjoy this fresh perspective on their lives and times. (Alan Couture <i>Foreword Reviews</i>)<br /><br />For a handy biographical reference on the Baker Street sleuth, Barry Day has organized quotations from the original story. (Jon L. Breen <i>Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine</i>)<br /><br />A thoroughly enjoyable books, filled with fun quotes and beautiful full page illustrations which take up close to a third of the book and are well worth the price on their own. (<i>The Strand Magazine</i>)<br /><br />A biography of Holmes from a contemporary perspective, based solely on the actual stories, not on other speculative writings. (<i>The Mysterious Bookshop Newsletter</i>)<br /><br />A clever and refreshing idea. An easy and entertaining read. (<i>Sherlock</i>)<br /><br />Filled with revealing passages about the great detective. (<i>Forecast</i>)<br /><br />There can never be enough of the world of Sherlock Holmes, and Barry Day's volume certainly provides an enticing introduction to that world. (Nicholas Utechin, Editor of <I>The Sherlock Holmes Journal<I>)
zlib_text: Through The Years - 1998
  
  
  by Z. A. Maxfield
  
  
  
  
  
  _Continued from Through The Years - 1998_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  2008
  
  
  
  
  
  Ethan shifted the blueprints he was going over first one way and then the
  
  
  other. He looked on the floor but his reading glasses were nowhere to be
  
  
  found. He cursed under his breath as he felt around for something to weigh
  
  
  the sheaves of paper down so they wouldn’t roll up and off the desk as soon
  
  
  as his back was turned.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ever since he’d started needing reading glasses Barry had been buying them
  
  
  for him in four-packs from Costco and still they were never around when he
  
  
  needed them. He finally located a pair tangled up in the sheets of the bed
  
  
  when his cell phone rang. By the time he finally found that he was cursing
  
  
  out loud.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Holmes,” Ethan answered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Watson here,” came Barry’s voice, for the millionth time. Ethan knew he
  
  
  still found the whole Watson thing funny and didn’t hold it against him.
  
  
  Much.
  
  
  
  
  
  “How’s it going,” Ethan sat with his bac