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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes / Epicurean Delight

Author: Arthur Conan Doyle (Gutenberg)  | Source: Project Gutenberg  | Published: 2026-01-03 11:17

Themes: class disparity, indulgence, sensory experience, friendship, victorian lifestyle

“There is something in what the fellow says about outdoor work,” he remarked, “so I think, Watson, that I must leave you to your papers for a little.” It was after five o’clock when Sherlock Holmes left me, but I had no time to be lonely, for within an hour there arrived a confectioner’s man with a very large flat box. This he unpacked with the help of a youth whom he had brought with him, and presently, to my very great astonishment, a quite epicurean little cold supper began to be laid out upon our humble lodging-house mahogany. There were a couple of brace of cold woodcock, a pheasant, a _pâté de foie gras_ pie with a group of ancient and cobwebby bottles.
Interpretation

The juxtaposition of outdoor work's appeal and the extravagant spread of food highlights a tension between simplicity and decadence in Victorian society. Sherlock Holmes, often portrayed as a detached, analytical figure, demonstrates here a moment of indulgence and humanity that contrasts sharply with his typically austere lifestyle. This scene reflects broader themes of class and consumption, suggesting that even the most rational minds can be drawn into pleasures of the senses. Furthermore, the detailed description of the supper adds a layer of sensory richness that evokes the era's culinary trends, inviting reflection on the cultural significance of dining and hospitality in the late 19th century. (AI-generated commentary)

Microstory

As the autumn sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the dusty window, the sweet scent of roasted game wafted into the air, mingling with the musty books lining the walls. Watson watched in awe as the confectioner's man deftly unfurled the box, revealing a feast fit for a king: glistening woodcock, rich pâté, and ancient bottles that whispered stories of banquets past. With each delicate clink of glass and rustle of linen, the humble lodgings transformed into a sanctuary of indulgence, a fleeting escape from the relentless logic of their world. (AI-generated story)

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