A. Conan Doyle grew to detest his detective Sherlock Holmes and killed him off with satisfaction. The rest of the world didn't agree: London stockbrokers wore armbands, the public deluged newspapers with letters of mourning and outrage, and a woman even picketed Doyle's house with a sign that called him a murderer.
Erin Barrett and Jack Mingo, It Takes a Certain Type to be a Writer, 2003
Erin Barrett and Jack Mingo, It Takes a Certain Type to be a Writer, 2003
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