All day the wind had screamed and the wind had beaten against the windows, so that even here in the heart of the great, hand-made London we were forced to raise our minds for the instant from the routine of life, and to recognize the presence of those great elemental forces which shriek at mankind from the bars of his civilization, like untamed beasts in a cage
—exerpt from The Five Orange Pips
a Sherlock Holmes story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
