“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”
