The Greek Interpreter
The Greek Interpreter
During my long and intimate acquaintance with Mr. Sherlock Holmes I had never heard him refer to his
relations, and hardly ever to his own early life. This reticence upon his part had increased the somewhat
inhuman effect which he produced upon his part had increased the somewhat inhuman effect which he
produced upon me, until sometimes I found myself regarding him as an isolated phenomenon, a brain
without a heart , as deficient in human sympathy as he was pre-eminent in intelligence . His aversion to
women, and his disinclination to form new friendships, and not more so than his unemotional character,
but not more so than his unemotional character, but not more so than his own people. I had come to
believe that he was an orphan with no relatives living, but one day, to my very great surprise, he began
to me about his brother.
It was after tea on a summer evening, and the conversation, which had roamed in a desultory,
spasmodic fashion from golf clubs to the causes of the change in the obliquity of the causes of the
change in the obliquity of the ecliptic, came round at last to the question of atavism and hereditary
aptitudes. The point under discussion was how far any singular gift in an individual was due to his
ancestry, and how far to his own early training.
‘To some extent,’ he answered thoughtfully. `My ancestors were country squires, who appear to have
led much the less, my turn that way is in my vein, and may have come with my grandmonther,who was
the sister of vernet ,the French artist. Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.
This was news to me, indeed. If there were another man with such singular powers in England, how was
it that neither police nor public had heard of him? I put the question, with a hint that it was my
companion’s modesty which made him acknowledge his brother as his superior. Holmes laughed at my
suggestion.
‘My dear Watson, ‘Said he, ‘I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the
logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate oneself is as much a
departure from truth as to exaggerate one’s own powers. When I say, therefore, that my soft has better
powers of observation than I, You may take it that I am speaking the exact and literal truth.’
‘Where, then?
One of the most common causes of failure is the habit of quitting when one is overtaken by temporary
defeat. Every person is guilty of this mistake at one time or another.
R.U. Darby, who later became one most successful insurance salesmen in the country, tells the story
of his uncle, who was caught by the ‘gold fever’ in the gold-rush days, and went west to dig and grow
rich. He staked a claim and went to work with pick and shovel. The going was hard, but his lust for gold
was definite.
After weeks of labour, he was rewarded by the discovery of the shining ore.He needed machinery to
bring the ore to the surface. Quietly, he covered up the mine, retraced his relatives and a few neighbors
of the ‘strike’. They got together money for the needed machinery and had it shipped .the uncle and
Darby went back to work the mine.
The first car of ore was mined and shipped to a smelter.The returns proved they had one of the richest
mines in colorade ! A few more from cars of that ore