Althouse: "You know who I love?"

December 16, 2007

"You know who I love?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

28 comments:

Ron said...: The horse who died and gave up his blanket to make that suit is now part of the glue of the stamps for the "Let's make sure DDL never gets another film" campaign...; 12/16/07, 2:16 PM
Omaha1 said...: I had a bedspread exactly like that in the 70's. It was the only thing in the Sears catalog that matched the maroon, gold & olive shag carpet in my room.; 12/16/07, 3:28 PM
ricpic said...: "I'm not with stupid." Her eyes say it all.

Call me vulgar, I like his suit.; 12/16/07, 3:51 PM
Trooper York said...: That's what happens when you borrow clothes from Herb Tarleck.; 12/16/07, 3:52 PM
ricpic said...: I just had a thought. I'm sure DeeDee has a charcoal grey suit in his closet. In effect that gives him a compleat wardrobe: charcoal pants with Sherlock jacket and vest; charcoal jacket with Sherlock vest and pants. Wait...wait...I see two more options, assuming the charcoal suit is vested: charcoal pants and vest with Sherlock jacket; charcoal jacket and vest with Sherlock pants. That DeeDee's a genius!; 12/16/07, 4:06 PM
Ann Althouse said...: I'm starting to like it. I like the humor of him in that and his wife all in black. It says something. Something I can't understand.

Anyway, doesn't his head seem gigantic for his body? I hope that's just the camera angle, because I also can't understand that.; 12/16/07, 4:18 PM
rhhardin said...: Not a Blue Booby; 12/16/07, 4:34 PM
ricpic said...: It's an actor's head, an I'm important head, an ectoplasmic* head.

*Is that a word? Well, whatever the technical term is for a ginormous head, DeeDee's got it.; 12/16/07, 4:35 PM
Trooper York said...: No Rhhardin, the blue boobie is what the girls used to get at gate 10 during the Jet winter games until the killjoys in security put a stop to it. No justice, no teat.; 12/16/07, 4:40 PM
blake said...: Actually, his head seems about normal. It's his body that seems tiny.

You know what I mean?; 12/16/07, 4:46 PM
ricpic said...: DeeDee and Rebecca
or
Together

I must believe there is a we
Or else could I go forth?
As west needs north and south and east
Without you I'd be lost.; 12/16/07, 5:04 PM
Trooper York said...: A little know fact that has just come to light is that Sherlock Holmes is Katie Holmes great uncle. Her mother was the illegitimate offspring of his brother Mycroft who sired her mom very, very late in life. It was her familiarity with Sherlock’s lifestyle that allowed her to more readily accept some of Tom’s peculiarities. Sherlock never married and was never really linked to any woman in any real sense. He lived as a “bachelor” with his “roommate” into old age while they went on many “adventures.” He had a group of young boys called the Baker St irregulars who preformed various tasks at his bidding which his friend refuses to talk about to this very day. When Mr. Holmes retired to Sussex to follow his hobby of beekeeping, he bought two rare clumbers and often got take out from Crumpet Donut’s which was always delivered by the swarthy kitchen boys who fought for the privilege. So all in all, jumping on couches and scientology didn’t seem so strange. After all, she could have married Mel Gibson.; 12/16/07, 5:09 PM
Trooper York said...: Of course we must add, not that there's anything wrong with that.; 12/16/07, 5:10 PM
ricpic said...: Backing up a little, shouldn't it be: no teat, no justice?; 12/16/07, 5:18 PM
Paddy O said...: "My soul is so tired."

Ha!

Does plaid narrow space? That would make his body seem smaller.

I like this too. Alice in Wonderlandish.

I wonder if he signed autographs while wearing that.; 12/16/07, 5:24 PM
Trooper York said...: No, that is the correct order. It was first articulated by Buckwheat when he was a protester at AL Sharpton's National Action Network's protest of the banning of breast feeding in public schools. It later became the rallying cry of La Leche, the militant wing of the breast feeding movement. The cry of "No Justice, No Teat" was also heard at the closing of Runway 69 a strip club that Mayor Giuliani closed down during his crackdown on the adult entertainment industry. To this very day this cry echoes in the minds of the mammary deprived sophisticates of New York City. There is nothing sadder than a stockbroker with a fistful of dollar bills and nowhere to go. No justice, no teat.; 12/16/07, 5:27 PM
George M. Spencer said...: I'm not sure it's a good idea to dress in such a way so that you get more attention than your wife, even if you are Hawkeye in "The Last of the Mohicans."

--

British Officer: You call yourself a patriot, and loyal subject to the Crown?
Hawkeye: I do not call myself subject to much at all.; 12/16/07, 5:45 PM
Trooper York said...: The other famous scion of Mycroft Holmes was of course his great grandson Long John Holmes who was famous for among other things his great erudition. Mycroft bequeathed his membership in the Diogenes Club to John, where he was considered if not the most popular, certainly the biggest member.; 12/16/07, 6:00 PM
JackDRipper said...: Ann Althouse said...

Anyway, doesn't his head seem gigantic for his body?

You of all people making that comment is like Wesley Snipes noticing that some other guy is dark.

But yeah he has a big Semitic-Mediterranean head in proportion to his body. Giuliani and Joe Lieberman have that as well. DDL not only has a big head he has a long face which is not the same thing. Sarah Jessica Parker has that long face syndrome also.

Speaking of Big Melon Giuliani, try a google image search on him and there are three images as reasons not to have him as president. Bad, very bad.

It's how I imagine Maxine Weiss at a Christmas party. Not that there's anything wrong with that.; 12/16/07, 6:35 PM
David Baker said...: Personally, I like the Andy Warhol touch.; 12/16/07, 8:09 PM
former law student said...: Elementary, my dear Althouse. From The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle:

"I continue to retain the hat of the unknown gentleman who lost his Christmas dinner."

"Did he not advertise?"

"No."

"Then, what clue could you have as to his identity?"

"Only as much as we can deduce."

"From his hat?"

"Precisely."

"But you are joking. What can you gather from this old battered felt?"

"Here is my lens. You know my methods. What can you gather yourself as to the individuality of the man who has worn this article?"

I took the tattered object in my hands and turned it over rather ruefully. It was a very ordinary black hat of the usual round shape, hard and much the worse for wear. The lining had been of red silk, but was a good deal discoloured. There was no maker's name; but, as Holmes had remarked, the initials "H. B." were scrawled upon one side. It was pierced in the brim for a hat- securer, but the elastic was missing. For the rest, it was cracked, exceedingly dusty, and spotted in several places, although there seemed to have been some attempt to hide the discoloured patches by smearing them with ink.

"I can see nothing," said I, handing it back to my friend.

"On the contrary, Watson, you can see everything. You fail, however, to reason from what you see. You are too timid in drawing your inferences."

"Then, pray tell me what it is that you can infer from this hat?"

He picked it up and gazed at it in the peculiar introspective fashion which was characteristic of him. "It is perhaps less suggestive than it might have been," he remarked, "and yet there are a few inferences which are very distinct, and a few others which represent at least a strong balance of probability. That the man was highly intellectual is of course obvious upon the face of it,...

"Is it possible that even now, when I give you these results, you are unable to see how they are attained?"

"I have no doubt that I am very stupid, but I must confess that I am unable to follow you. For example, how did you deduce that this man was intellectual?"

For answer Holmes clapped the hat upon his head. It came right over the forehead and settled upon the bridge of his nose. "It is a question of cubic capacity," said he; "a man with so large a brain must have something in it."; 12/17/07, 12:09 AM
former law student said...: People have neglected to notice how extraordinarily well the pattern has matched from the sleeves to the torso to the vest and to the pants. That is a very well-made suit. Solid colors cover up a multitude of shortcuts.; 12/17/07, 12:12 AM
Mr. Forward said...: "It is a capital mistake to theorize before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts.
Sherlock Holmes, "Scandal in Bohemia"

No word on twisted suits.; 12/17/07, 5:11 AM
George M. Spencer said...: Could this suit possibly be fabricated from the wooly fibers of The Giant Rat of Sumatra?; 12/17/07, 6:06 AM
KCFleming said...: The man of pallor he cannot wear these clothes.

For the race caucasoid, the whimsical suit belongs to the stage only, for on the street he is become the clown.

Mimes his paramour, quel horreur...! But the Daniel Day he hears not her cries of pain.; 12/17/07, 7:30 AM
rhhardin said...: French is the most natural language because the words occur in the same order as the thoughts.; 12/17/07, 8:19 AM
rhhardin said...: I avoid plaid Bermudas because you can't just throw them in the washing machine along with white stuff. Wear only white or color-fast and your laundry day is very simple.; 12/17/07, 8:32 AM
Mr. Forward said...: Ooh-la-la for example.; 12/17/07, 8:41 AM