[leave all means of private IC contact here. as a warning, Sherlock has stupid texting habits like a teenage girl. be prepared for really ridiculous acronyms.]
[ soft and perhaps genuine. Some of her lies are clear to Sherlock by now, others less so. She cares nothing for the areas of black and white, lie and truth. Jamie had always preferred different shades rather than simple ones. ]
Every artist is intimately fond of heir work. It is in the nature of the process. And art has always been a product, a construct of a mind but art always features inside it at least one level of truth. Irene had understood some things that I do not.
[ which is an odd thing. they are one and the same, so much of Irene is in Jamie and some of Jamie was in Irene but this, this ]
Perhaps she had answers to questions you and I now struggle with.
[ humans and connections. Irene knew them well, had believed in both but even she couldn't have convinced Jamie. ]
[There is a moment where she is going on where he feels the urge to interrupt her, in part because he is growing increasingly frustrated. What level of ease and control over himself that he has fades as he listens to her speak, very frustrated with the mere suggestion that this Irene might have answers that she or he doesn't have.
Irene was a fiction, filled with optimism. But the person playing that role did not have that optimism. She was never Irene.]
You can say a character believes in something you yourself does not believe, but that does not mean there are answers within that statement. [It's stated emphatically and in a voice that is rushed and unsteady.] You speak of art as if it's intended to come to life, as if it takes a form of its own, living and breathing. It does not. [He's frustrated and almost overly aggravated in his phrasing.]
I don't want to philosophically discuss art with you, Moriarty. We know we will both be tracking this Irene because of her significance to the other Holmes, but she is not, and will never be, some figment of our imaginations.
What is a reality to you isn't a reality to those who come to interact with a piece of art, or have you disregarded the mere accomplishments of Harold Bloom?
[As in, the art itself stands independent of its maker, whether she wishes for that or not.]
She should have little significance to both of us. The other Moriarty matters because of his connection to crime and death.
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Date: 2014-02-17 09:58 am (UTC)[ soft and perhaps genuine. Some of her lies are clear to Sherlock by now, others less so. She cares nothing for the areas of black and white, lie and truth. Jamie had always preferred different shades rather than simple ones. ]
Every artist is intimately fond of heir work. It is in the nature of the process. And art has always been a product, a construct of a mind but art always features inside it at least one level of truth. Irene had understood some things that I do not.
[ which is an odd thing. they are one and the same, so much of Irene is in Jamie and some of Jamie was in Irene but this, this ]
Perhaps she had answers to questions you and I now struggle with.
[ humans and connections. Irene knew them well, had believed in both but even she couldn't have convinced Jamie. ]
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Date: 2014-02-18 03:05 am (UTC)Irene was a fiction, filled with optimism. But the person playing that role did not have that optimism. She was never Irene.]
You can say a character believes in something you yourself does not believe, but that does not mean there are answers within that statement. [It's stated emphatically and in a voice that is rushed and unsteady.] You speak of art as if it's intended to come to life, as if it takes a form of its own, living and breathing. It does not. [He's frustrated and almost overly aggravated in his phrasing.]
I don't want to philosophically discuss art with you, Moriarty. We know we will both be tracking this Irene because of her significance to the other Holmes, but she is not, and will never be, some figment of our imaginations.
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Date: 2014-02-18 05:41 am (UTC)[ She looks well, much like he looks. Like one who heard something distasteful and wants to correct it. ]
Whatever she is to him, it makes little difference to me.
[ it is what she may yet be to her that interests her.]
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Date: 2014-02-19 10:03 pm (UTC)[As in, the art itself stands independent of its maker, whether she wishes for that or not.]
She should have little significance to both of us. The other Moriarty matters because of his connection to crime and death.