Arthur Conan Doyle, o anti-Pigmalião?

But is it not on the verge of inanity
To put down to me my creation's crude vanity?
He the created, the puppet of fiction,
Would not brook rivals nor stand contradiction.
He, the created, would scoff and would sneer,
Where I, the creator, would bow and revere.
So please grip this fact with your cerebral tentacle,
The doll and its maker are never identical.

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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle