The Read-Headed League, part 2

ˈtraɪ ðə seˈtiː ˈsed ˈhəʊmz | rɪˈlæpsɪŋ ˈɪntu ɪz ˈɑːmʧeər | əm ˈpʊtɪŋ ɪz ˈfɪŋɡətɪps təˈɡeðə | ˈæz wəz ɪz ˈkʌstəm | ˈwen ɪn ʤuˈdɪʃl̩ ˈmuːdz || aɪ ˈnəʊ maɪ ˈdɪə ˈwɒtsn̩ | ðəʧu ˈʃeə maɪ ˈlʌv | əv ˈɔːl ðəts bɪˈzɑːr | ən ˈaʊtˈsaɪd ðə kənˈvenʃn̩z | ən ˈhʌmdrʌm ruˈtiːn | əv ˈevrideɪ ˈlaɪf || juv ˈʃəʊn jɔː ˈrelɪʃ ˈfɔːr ɪt | baɪ ði ɪnˈθuːziæzm̩ | wɪʧ əz ˈprɒmtɪʤu tə ˈkrɒnəkl̩ | ˈænd | ˈɪf jul ɪkˈskjuːz maɪ ˈseɪɪŋ ˈsəʊ | ˈsʌmwɒt tu ɪmˈbelɪʃ | ˈsəʊ ˈmeni əv maɪ ˈəʊn ˈlɪtl̩ ədˈvenʧəz

jɔː ˈkeɪsɪz əv ɪnˈdiːb biːn ə ðə ˈɡreɪtɪst ˈɪntres tə mi aɪ əbˈzɜːvd

jul rɪˈmembə ðət aɪ rɪˈmɑːk ði ˈʌðə ˈdeɪ | ˈʤʌs bɪˈfɔː wi ˈwent ɪntə ðə ˈveri ˈsɪmpl̩ ˈprɒbləm | prɪˈzentɪb baɪ ˈmɪs ˈmeəri ˈsʌðələnd | ðət fə ˈstreɪnʤ ɪˈfeks | ən ɪkˈstrɔːdn̩ri ˈkɒmbəˈneɪʃn̩z | wi məs ˈɡəʊ tə ˈlaɪf ɪtˈself | wɪʧ ɪz ˈɔːwɪz ˈfɑː ˈmɔː ˈdeərɪŋ | ðə ˈeni ˈefət ə ði ɪˈmæʤəˈneɪʃn̩

ə ˈprɒpəˈzɪʃn̩ | wɪʧ aɪ ˈtʊk ðə ˈlɪbəti əv ˈdaʊtɪŋ

“Try the settee,” said Holmes, relapsing into his armchair and putting his fingertips together, as was his custom when in judicial moods. “I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.”

“Your cases have indeed been of the greatest interest to me,” I observed.

“You will remember that I remarked the other day, just before we went into the very simple problem presented by Miss Mary Sutherland, that for strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.”

“A proposition which I took the liberty of doubting.”