The Enchanted Hunter

Peter Sellers, dressed as Sherlock Holmes and smoking a pipe, sits in the driver’s seat of his Rolls-Royce Bentley and slowly cruises through Skippergaten, the red light district of Oslo: “Then it was that the lust of the chase would suddenly come upon him, and that his brilliant reasoning power would rise to the level of intuition, until those who were unacquainted with his methods would look askance at him as on a man whose knowledge was not that of other mortals, who could, at the drop of a hat, quote this passage from his beloved Poe: ‘His manner at these moments was frigid and abstract; his eyes were vacant in expression, while his voice, usually a rich tenor, rose into a treble which would have sounded petulant but for the deliberateness and entire distinctness of the enunciation.'”


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