_{My friend’s wiry arms were around me… “You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake say that you’re not hurt!” It was worth a wound - it was worth many wounds - to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay beyond that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.     - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle}