And I loved it.

...and then the last two pages happened. At first I was terribly disappointed—because obviously this unnecessary explanation of the brilliance before had been tacked on specially for thick white people like me—but no. Those last paragraphs were there to deliver the final punch in the last five sentences.

I could say the last two, but the context matters for thick white people like me.

Oh, joy. Casual racism. When I'm not in a shippy mood I'm shaking my head at what ACD thought would make a good story.

This is a terrible, racist book. That's where the only remaining shock factor lies.

Recommended reading to no one.

"Something that men should have was bred and killed out of them. Yet they were men. They begot children. One might bear a child to them. Terrible, terrible thought!"

Context? What context?