You'd better run for the hills before they burn

And I relaxed. I knew. My destiny and his wound together. It was a sensation I’d never got before upon meeting a man. When I’d had it from women, the upshot ranged from disappointment to attempted murder. Understand me, Professor James Moriarty was a hateful man, the most hateful, hateable, creature I have ever known[…]. He was something man-shaped that had crawled out from under a rock and moved into the manor house. But at that moment, I was his, and I remain his forever. If I am remembered, it will be because I know him. From that day on, he was my father, my commanding officer, my heathen idol, my fortune and terror and rapture.

God, I could have done with a stiff drink.