"Details are for the professional.

I seek that corner in Hell where the thunders are welded and the poison gases mixed.

In other words, I seek for the brains of crime." "Believe me, we do not see enough of one another, my young friend," Sir Timothy said earnestly.

"You interest me more and more every time we meet.

I like your allegories, I like your confidence, which in any one except a genius would seem blatant.