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I am a neophyte in the world of Sherlock Holmes. I'm not quite sure if I have to be embarrassed by this confession. I haven't read any of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's works (just browsed through the e-books, is all), haven't seen any Sherlock movie (not even RDJ's, no). My tweet '221B Baker Street #sherlock' the other day was the mark of my initial affiliation with him. There, you may now pull the trigger. I have no words but "Brilliant!". Doyle is brilliant. Sherlock is brilliant. The writers are brilliant. Cumberbatch is brilliant. The series is fan-fucking-tastic. I love how Cumberbatch played Sherlock, such a charming eccentric. I now understand people having a clear obsession over Holmes. Really, how damn fine his brain works is out of this world. The only detectives I knew, and admired, growing up were Nancy Drew and Conan. And however highly I already regard them, Sherlock just blew my mind out of proportion. That, after six 90-minute episodes. Incessant mindfuck. I haven't even as much as blinked, he already had answers. As Mrs. Hudson puts it: "He's Sherlock. How will we ever know what goes on in that funny old head?" Bloody brilliant. Another thing I loved were Holmes' arrogantly mocking yet witty remarks. "Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring." "Oh, breathing. Breathing's boring." "Look at you lot. You're all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It must be so relaxing." "Stop boring me and think. It's the new sexy." "Oh, John, I envy you so much. Your mind, it's so placid, straightforward, barely used. Mine's like an engine, racing out of control. A rocket, tearing itself into pieces, trapped on the launch pad." "Of course, I am a show-off. That's what we do." "If I wanted poetry, I'd read John's emails to his girlfriends. Much funnier." "I use my senses, unlike some people, so you see, I am fine. In fact, I've never been better, so just leave me alone." "Get out. I need to go to my mind palace." And his one-liners: "Obvious." "Laters!" (I just love how he says it.) There you go. I am Sherlocked. I am Cumberbatched. I am not embarrassed.