The metropolitan transit system Has rarely gotten anybody anywhere Despite what it looks like When you ride it to the end of the line. A Hispanic woman watches spicy Korean dramas On the bus ride from fruit stand to fruit stand, Identifying with the bedsheets More than with those between them. Her fantasies fail to reach a climax Before she arrives at the planned intersection Hauling her cart of oranges to the sidewalk While timid souls wonder if they should help

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Arthur Conan Doyle, was such a famous writer that his works brought him into both a remarkable achievement and a lifelong frustration. While one of his masterpieces, Sherlock Holmes, became one of the most recognizable figures in literature, the man behind the detective lived a more complicated life marked by ambition, contradiction, and struggle to step out of his own creation's shadow. More than a century after his death, his name immediately evokes the image of Sherlock Ho