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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
by Arthur Conan Doyle
Ben and Jerry: an imaginary happenstance.
How are you, Ben?
I am … okay I guess. (pause) Uh, what is this? Am I sleeping? Is this a dream?
It is indeed. This is a dream, and this is real.
Who… who are you?
I am Jerry. You are supposed to know me, Ben. I am you. And you are me.
Jerry? Jerry! That nose, that chin, the forehead, the smirk. Jerry!
Yes, Jerry indeed. How are you, Ben?
It’s eating me, Jerry. It’s killing me. I’ve played a dragon, I’ve played the devil, and I’ve played a genius, a real one this time. But there’s one man who consumes me. That man. He gnaws at me from the inside.
I know.
Of course you know, Jerry. It consumed you. It killed you, and it made you immortal. It made you a God. You know how it goes, Jerry.
I know.
Do you regret it? Do you regret doing it?
Do I regret immortality? Yes. No. The pain was unbearable. The others could see him gnaw at me, in front of their eyes.
Martin says the same thing. He can see it. He has seen it right from the start. Mark and Steve do so to, but they will not tell. Did Michael tell you? Did the ones at Granada?
They did. They did, but nothing could be done then to save me.
You did 41 of those. It is impossible. Old Basil did about 12 odd, didn’t he?
Yes, Basil did about 14, I think. Those South Africans are made of sterner stuff, it didn’t consume him as much. Those were simpler times, though. You’ve done 13 as of now, haven’t you?
Yes I have. And given a choice, I wouldn’t do another.
Given a choice, you will jump at doing another. It’s a drug, Ben. It’s the seven-percent-solution, only stronger. Best wishes at letting go, though. Goodbye.
Are you leaving me, Jerry? Jerry? Jerry!
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This was published previously at The New Indian Express.
How are you, Ben?
I am … okay I guess. (pause) Uh, what is this? Am I sleeping? Is this a dream?
It is indeed. This is a dream, and this is real.
Who… who are you?
I am Jerry. You are supposed to know me, Ben. I am you. And you are me.
Jerry? Jerry! That nose, that chin, the forehead, the smirk. Jerry!
Yes, Jerry indeed. How are you, Ben?
It’s eating me, Jerry. It’s killing me. I’ve played a dragon, I’ve played the devil, and I’ve played a genius, a real one this time. But there’s one man who consumes me. That man. He gnaws at me from the inside.
I know.
Of course you know, Jerry. It consumed you. It killed you, and it made you immortal. It made you a God. You know how it goes, Jerry.
I know.
Do you regret it? Do you regret doing it?
Do I regret immortality? Yes. No. The pain was unbearable. The others could see him gnaw at me, in front of their eyes.
Martin says the same thing. He can see it. He has seen it right from the start. Mark and Steve do so to, but they will not tell. Did Michael tell you? Did the ones at Granada?
They did. They did, but nothing could be done then to save me.
You did 41 of those. It is impossible. Old Basil did about 12 odd, didn’t he?
Yes, Basil did about 14, I think. Those South Africans are made of sterner stuff, it didn’t consume him as much. Those were simpler times, though. You’ve done 13 as of now, haven’t you?
Yes I have. And given a choice, I wouldn’t do another.
Given a choice, you will jump at doing another. It’s a drug, Ben. It’s the seven-percent-solution, only stronger. Best wishes at letting go, though. Goodbye.
Are you leaving me, Jerry? Jerry? Jerry!
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This was published previously at The New Indian Express.