Many people think the part of medicine which is most fun deals with diagnosis, and indeed it may be so. Various prototypes of detectives, sleuths, and officers dedicated to seeking and ferreting out mysteries are models if not patron saints of the good doctor. I claim to have read through the entire Sherlock Holmes canon at least twice and still from time to time turn to the tales when the modern derivatives of detective stories produce a cure for insomnia. Except for a few contemporary detective story writers, we find better and perennially unique entertainment in Baker Street. Embarrassingly long ago a friend of mine sent me Starrett's Private Life of Sherlock Holmes with an inscription written in Greek capital letters. This I was able to understand, clearly aided no doubt by his disregard for Attic rigor. Recently he jogged my memory, so here we are.
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