Post by Eric SosmanA recently reawakened thread almost twenty-seven years old
prompts me to ask: What is the next number in
3 5 8(?) 10 11 13 14 16 17 25 26 28 30
31 32 34 35 36 37 38 41 42 43 45 46 ___?
(Inquiring pundits want to know.)
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Look on my code, ye Hackers, and guffaw!
i thnk ive seen taht (or similar) Seq. a few months ago
i can't tell if you know the answer or you're really asking for one.
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the 1st page of [A Study in Scarlet]
iirc... when i first read
[A Study in Scarlet], (15 years ago???)
the expression that appears in the beginning
[kith and kin] was new to me.
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/244/244-h/244-h.htm
CHAPTER I.
MR. SHERLOCK HOLMES.
In the year 1878 I took my degree of Doctor of
Medicine of the University of London, and proceeded to Netley to go
through the course prescribed for surgeons in the army. Having
completed my studies there, I was duly attached to the Fifth
Northumberland Fusiliers as Assistant Surgeon. The regiment was
stationed in India at the time, and before I could join it, the second
Afghan war had broken out. On landing at Bombay, I learned that my
corps had advanced through the passes, and was already deep in the
enemy’s country. I followed, however, with many other officers who
were in the same situation as myself, and succeeded in reaching
Candahar in safety, where I found my regiment, and at once entered
upon my new duties.
The campaign brought honours and promotion to many,
but for me it had nothing but misfortune and disaster. I was removed
from my brigade and attached to the Berkshires, with whom I served at
the fatal battle of Maiwand. There I was struck on the shoulder by a
Jezail bullet, which shattered the bone and grazed the subclavian
artery. I should have fallen into the hands of the murderous Ghazis
had it not been for the devotion and courage shown by Murray, my
orderly, who threw me across a pack-horse, and succeeded in bringing
me safely to the British lines.
Worn with pain, and weak from the prolonged
hardships which I had undergone, I was removed, with a great train of
wounded sufferers, to the base hospital at Peshawar. Here I rallied,
and had already improved so far as to be able to walk about the wards,
and even to bask a little upon the verandah, when I was struck down by
enteric fever, that curse of our Indian possessions. For months my
life was despaired of, and when at last I came to myself and became
convalescent, I was so weak and emaciated that a medical board
determined that not a day should be lost in sending me back to
England. I was dispatched, accordingly, in the troopship “Orontes,”
and landed a month later on Portsmouth jetty, with my health
irretrievably ruined, but with permission from a paternal government
to spend the next nine months in attempting to improve it.
I had neither kith nor kin in England, and was
therefore as free as air—or as free as an income of eleven shillings
and sixpence a day will permit a man to be.
----------- this last bit
(((as free as air—or as free as ....... )))
is really pretty.
FW often mentions [Ghazi Power]
Will Miller's book (the novel, [Shaheed!])
also mentions [Peshawar] on the 1st page !!!
Watson floating into the sky recalls
(Finnegans Wake, p.165).
(I should like to ask that Shedlock Homes person who is out for
removing the roofs of our criminal classics by what deductio ad
domunum he hopes de tacto to detect anything unless he happens of
himself, movibile tectu, to have a slade off)