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To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her
under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her
sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions,
and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably
balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing
machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself
in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer.
They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s
motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his
own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor
which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument,
or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a
strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and
that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory. 
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