#unutterable

Near the foot of the bed was a small square table, on which stood a dish of oranges and a carafe of water. As we passed it, Holmes, to my unutterable astonishment, leaned over in front of me and deliberately knocked the whole thing over.

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

hypomnemata