the woman. the nemesis.
you made a slow disaster out of me
A certain kind of symmetry
cause i can make you every inch a king
before i do tell me, tell me what’s in it for me
her heart was lost to him
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.
The only woman who ever impressed him