At the end Holmes addresses his good friend Dr. Watson with these words, “There’s an east wind coming, Watson.”
To which Watson replies, “I think not, Holmes. It is very warm.”
And Holmes concludes with, “Good old Watson! You are the one fixed point in a changing age. There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared. Start her up, Watson, for it’s time that we were on our way. I have a check for five hundred pounds which should be cashed early, for the drawer is quite capable of stopping it if he can.”
The story is set in 1914, on the eve of the First World War, and it adds an ominous tone to the century that brought a wave of technology and innovation, but ultimately destroyed the lives of many during two conflagrations.
In the movie Sherlock Holmes they use this line at the end, but change it a bit. “A storm is coming,” says Sherlock Holmes as an actual storm is sluggishly settling over London. To be honest, that scene gave me the chills. It was a beautiful reference to both Doyle’s short stories and to the War itself.
Another personal favorite is a scene from The Great Gatsby.
"Recovering himself in a minute he opened for us two hulking patent cabinets which held his massed suits and dressing-gowns and ties, and his shirts, piled like bricks in stacks a dozen high. "I've got a man in England who buys me clothes. He sends over a selection of things at the beginning of each season, spring and fall." He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray. While we admired he brought more and the soft rich heap mounted higher--shirts with stripes and scrolls and plaids in coral and apple-green and lavender and faint orange with monograms of Indian blue. Suddenly with a strained sound, Daisy bent her head into the shirts and began to cry stormily. "They're such beautiful shirts," she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. "It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before."
Some scenes stick with us for no apparent reason. We don’t know why, but we love them. What is your favorite scene?