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Message: <blockquote data-quote="AAA999" data-source="post: 5060468" data-attributes="member: 117301">1)Sherlock Holmes --->සිව් රහස් සලකුණ  <img src="http://img268.imageshack.us/img268/1299/presidentbush.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />                                                                   Chapter 1                                    The Science of DeductionPart I                         Chapter 1              The Science of Deduction  Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case.With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicateneedle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time hiseyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, alldotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, hethrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, andsank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh ofsatisfaction.  Three times a day for many months I had witnessed thisperformance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. Onthe contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at thesight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me at the thoughtthat I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again I hadregistered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject;but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air of my companionwhich made him the last man with whom one would care to takeanything approaching to a liberty. His great powers, his masterlymanner, and the experience which I had had of his many extraor-dinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossinghim.  Yet upon that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune which Ihad taken with my lunch or the additional exasperation producedby the extreme deliberation of his manner, I suddenly felt that Icould hold out no longer.  "Which is it to-day," I asked, "morphine or cocaine?"  He raised his eyes languidly from the old black-letter volumewhich he had opened.  "It is cocaine," he said, "a seven-per-cent solution. Wouldyou care to try it?"  "No, indeed," I answered brusquely. "My constitution hasnot got over the Afghan campaign yet. I cannot afford to throwany extra strain upon it."  He smiled at my vehemence. "Perhaps you are right, Wat-son," he said. "I suppose that its influence is physically a badone. I find it, however, so transcendently stimulating and clarify-ing to the mind that its secondary action is a matter of smallmoment."  "But consider!" I said earnestly. "Count the cost! Your brainmay, as you say, be roused and excited, but it is a pathologicaland morbid process which involves increased tissue-change andmay at least leave a permanent weakness. You know, too, whata black reaction comes upon you. Surely the game is hardlyworth the candle. Why should you, for a mere passing pleasure,risk the loss of those great powers with which you have beenendowed? Remember that I speak not only as one comrade toanother but as a medical man to one for whose constitution he isto some extent answerable."  He did not seem offended. On the contrary, he put his finger-tips together, and leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair, likeone who has a relish for conversation.</blockquote>

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