To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name.
“This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.”
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe and… he’s wonderful.
