{"text":"My mind is like a racing engine, tearing itself to pieces because it is not connected up with the work for which it was built. Life is commonplace; the papers are sterile; audacity and romance seem to have passed forever from the criminal world. Can you ask me, then, whether I am ready to look into any new problem, however trivial it may prove?","author":"Arthur Conan Doyle","tags":["audacity","boredom","commonplace","criminals","engine","life","romance","sherlock-holmes","sterile"],"id":380934,"author_id":"Arthur+Conan+Doyle"}