Sherlock: Do you think we’re cut off from the world?
Watson: You know, neither of us dates, neither of us really goes out much.At all, actually.
Sherlock: We’re not cut off from the world.
We’re engaged in creating one that’s actually worth living in.
Moriarty: For a long while now, I’ve suspected that connection with another person, “real connection”, simply isn’t possible.
I’m curious if you disagree, although I suspect you feel as I do in this, as you do in so many other things.
Watson: Oh, hey.
Sherlock: I’m assuming the evening went well, or you wouldn’t have ended it with a good-night kiss.
Watson: It wasn’t bad.
I mean, I don’t know if there were any sparks.
It was fun.
I think it’s sad that you’ve given up.
I think you have a lot to share, if you cared to.
I shouldn’t be the only one who knows you.
Moriarty: So tell me: Is it possible to truly know another person? Is it even a worthwhile pursuit? Yours is the only opinion I’ll trust, the only point of view that holds even the faintest interest.
I find my diversions, as I always do, but the days are long in this gray place.
I dearly hope you’ll write soon.
Ever yours, Jamie Moriarty