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Gin | 21 | Milan, Italy






"My guess is that, at bottom, the whole world worked for him. They’ve called him the Napoleon of Crime, but that’s just putting what he is, what he does, in a cage. He’s not a criminal, he is crime itself, sin raised to an art form, a church with no religion but rapine."


"But he’s dead. I mean, you told me he was dead, Moriarty."
"Absolutely. He blew his brains out."

"But he’s dead. I mean, you told me he was dead, Moriarty."

"Absolutely. He blew his brains out."

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James Moriarty isn’t a man at all – he’s a spider; a spider at the centre of a web – a criminal web with a thousand threads and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.
    James Moriarty isn’t a man at all – he’s a spider; 
    a spider at the centre of a web –
    a criminal web with a thousand threads
    and he knows precisely how each and every single one of them dances.

    (Source: lestradus)