"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, 或者 a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be 更多 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"