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He
was
not
studying
medicine
.
He
had
himself
,
in
reply
to
a
question
,
confirmed
Stamford
's
opinion
upon
that
point
.
Neither
did
he
appear
to
have
pursued
any
course
of
reading
which
might
fit
him
for
a
degree
in
science
or
any
other
recognized
portal
which
would
give
him
an
entrance
into
the
learned
world
.
Yet
his
zeal
for
certain
studies
was
remarkable
,
and
within
eccentric
limits
his
knowledge
was
so
extraordinarily
ample
and
minute
that
his
observations
have
fairly
astounded
me
.
Surely
no
man
would
work
so
hard
or
attain
such
precise
information
unless
he
had
some
definite
end
in
view
.
Desultory
readers
are
seldom
remarkable
for
the
exactness
of
their
learning
.
No
man
burdens
his
mind
with
small
matters
unless
he
has
some
very
good
reason
for
doing
so
.
His
ignorance
was
as
remarkable
as
his
knowledge
.
Of
contemporary
literature
,
philosophy
and
politics
he
appeared
to
know
next
to
nothing
.
Upon
my
quoting
Thomas
Carlyle
,
he
inquired
in
the
naivest
way
who
he
might
be
and
what
he
had
done
.
My
surprise
reached
a
climax
,
however
,
when
I
found
incidentally
that
he
was
ignorant
of
the
Copernican
Theory
and
of
the
composition
of
the
Solar
System
.
That
any
civilized
human
being
in
this
nineteenth
century
should
not
be
aware
that
the
earth
travelled
round
the
sun
appeared
to
be
to
me
such
an
extraordinary
fact
that
I
could
hardly
realize
it
.
"
You
appear
to
be
astonished
,
"
he
said
,
smiling
at
my
expression
of
surprise
.
"
Now
that
I
do
know
it
I
shall
do
my
best
to
forget
it
.
"
"
To
forget
it
!
"
"
You
see
,
"
he
explained
,
"
I
consider
that
a
man
's
brain
originally
is
like
a
little
empty
attic
,
and
you
have
to
stock
it
with
such
furniture
as
you
choose
.
A
fool
takes
in
all
the
lumber
of
every
sort
that
he
comes
across
,
so
that
the
knowledge
which
might
be
useful
to
him
gets
crowded
out
,
or
at
best
is
jumbled
up
with
a
lot
of
other
things
so
that
he
has
a
difficulty
in
laying
his
hands
upon
it
.
Now
the
skilful
workman
is
very
careful
indeed
as
to
what
he
takes
into
his
brain-attic
.
He
will
have
nothing
but
the
tools
which
may
help
him
in
doing
his
work
,
but
of
these
he
has
a
large
assortment
,
and
all
in
the
most
perfect
order
.
It
is
a
mistake
to
think
that
that
little
room
has
elastic
walls
and
can
distend
to
any
extent
.
Depend
upon
it
there
comes
a
time
when
for
every
addition
of
knowledge
you
forget
something
that
you
knew
before
.
It
is
of
the
highest
importance
,
therefore
,
not
to
have
useless
facts
elbowing
out
the
useful
ones
.
"
"
But
the
Solar
System
!
"
I
protested
.
"
What
the
deuce
is
it
to
me
?
"
he
interrupted
impatiently
;
"
you
say
that
we
go
round
the
sun
.
If
we
went
round
the
moon
it
would
not
make
a
pennyworth
of
difference
to
me
or
to
my
work
.
"
I
was
on
the
point
of
asking
him
what
that
work
might
be
,
but
something
in
his
manner
showed
me
that
the
question
would
be
an
unwelcome
one
.
I
pondered
over
our
short
conversation
,
however
,
and
endeavoured
to
draw
my
deductions
from
it
.
He
said
that
he
would
acquire
no
knowledge
which
did
not
bear
upon
his
object
.
Therefore
all
the
knowledge
which
he
possessed
was
such
as
would
be
useful
to
him
.
I
enumerated
in
my
own
mind
all
the
various
points
upon
which
he
had
shown
me
that
he
was
exceptionally
well-informed
.
I
even
took
a
pencil
and
jotted
them
down
.
I
could
not
help
smiling
at
the
document
when
I
had
completed
it
.
It
ran
in
this
way
--
SHERLOCK
HOLMES
--
his
limits
.
