‘“What is the meaning of it, Watson?” Said Holmes, solemnly, as he laid down the paper. “What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance…”’
This monologue always breaks my heart. He sounds so resigned and sad.
I wonder if that’s part of what drives him, that he knows that even if he can’t prevent the cycle of violence, maybe he can at least bring it to some closure.














