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…
And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
A SCANDAL IN BOHEMIA
The Smelling Detective and his Scratch-And-Sniff Story Writer.