[Objects, ideas, and memories alike are not immune to Sholmes’ vacillating appraisal of their importance; committed to remembrance one day, and gone the next, like the tide sweeping in and receding. That is much the reality of his mind, just as a mess and various modes of chemical experimentation are the reality of his living space.]

There are no chemical hazards, my good fellow, that would be unendurable for an extended period of time currently present in my living space. And if there were, do you think me so neglectful as to not keep a window open?

[Perhaps that is little reassurance to a man who has never lived with Sholmes before (the list is a short one), but it’s always worked in the past. And he’s fine!]

You’re a man of fine constitution. There is hardly anything to fuss over.