I observed that he sat frequently for half and hour on end, with knitted brows and an abstracted air, but he swept the matter away with a wave of his hand when I mentioned it. “Data! Data! Data!” he cried impatiently. “I can’t make bricks without clay.”By now, you've no doubt run across the downright gleeful coverage of the mainstream press of the alleged shooting of 16 people by an American soldier in Kandahar; complete with bloody footage on CNN, lots of talk about reprisals and Mr Barack Hussein Obama once again mobilising an all-out apology to the corrupt Kharzi government.
Sherlock Holmes "The Copper Beeches" by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
As for me, I have nothing to say on the matter until I find out the man's name and at least something about his motives. In other words, something a bit more solid.
Speculation without facts is less than pointless.
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