“Well,….”

Two things:

First: I have this habit of starting one in three phrases with “Well,”;

Second: I have a weird sense of humour.

So it should be no shock that the following was in my head this morning:

“Well, “, he said, a small grim in his fleshless face, “It’s elementary, my dear Watson”

– From “The Undead Sherlock Holmes for Young Children”