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. 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. They were admirable things for the observer-excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. 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. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman.
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