Maximum pressure just under the half second
hope it’s not boring…
The origin of “1895” from Sherlock:
Vincent Starrett, who wrote The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes (1933) and 221B: Studies in Sherlock Holmes (1940), published this poem in 1942.
The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes (Arthur Conan Doyle’s second collection of short stories: this one ended with “The Final Problem”) was published in 1895.
So basically, Moffat is trolling a bit. But the poem really is beautiful, and kind of angsty, but mostly perfect.
Here, though the world explode, these two survive,
And it is always eighteen ninety-five.
Here, have some more Sherlock.