The life of Mr. Holmes honorably mirrors his words. He graduated from Harvard University. Served in the Civil War. Was gravely wounded three times, once taking a bullet through the neck at the battle of Antietam. Taught law at Harvard. Served 20 years as Supreme Court Judge in Massachusetts. He was described as neither liberal nor conservative, but rather a steadfast defender of the rights. He believed in the notion of law as accumulated experience rather than a science.
Yesterday we stopped for lunch at McDonald's. Across from our booth sat an elderly, heavyhearted-looking gentleman. Alone. With a cup of coffee. Watching the people. When we were finished eating and got up to leave, my hubby (out of habit) walked over to this man and stirred up a conversation about the weather. I wished for a camera just then to photograph the bright beautiful smile that came to the gentleman's unshaven face. Hubby won't ever come back to the size he was five minutes earlier while we were eating our salads.
I'm pretty sure this is what Mr. Holmes meant. It takes so little for us to stretch so far.