You’re a dark wizard, Mulder

how i look watching him:

"She sorrowed into death, tracks of tears like cuttings on her skin. That look I didn't know, it was reproach. You take my treasure and my blood, the part of me that's yours, and watch me go. The wanted part. You stand and watch me go into the last sighting."

Night in the City

Rawhide

" Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible. I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound. Yet this quaint dandified little man who, I was sorry to see, now limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members of the Belgian police. As a detective, his flair had been extraordinary, and he had achieved triumphs by unravelling some of the most baffling cases of the day"

The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920)

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2023年、羅漢寺川プロムナード。