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MUSINGS AND MUTILATIONS

Dr Seward&039;s Diary (kept in phonograph)

2 OCTOBER

I feel their hot breath on ard not finished her, Stride would have identified htwork: between Stride and Eddowes, I ran through the streets in a panic, bloodied and with a scalpel in un work on Stride, when a cart thundered by The horse snorted like Hell clearing its throat I bolted, sure the Carpathian Guards were atto The Times, my &039;person from Porlock&039; was Louis Dieate around the International Working Men&039;s Educational Club With Eddowes, I was h to conduct business with her She knew and trusted reatly With her, the delivery was successful

Indeed, I think the Eddowes delivery reatest achievement to date At its conclusion, I was cale on a wall I walked back to the Hall, changed ood time, and was ready to s considered, I carried off the unpleasantness with Stride well Beauregard&039;s steady eye and silver bullet finished my work I feel better in myself than in some months The pain in my hand has abated I wonder if this is not an effect of the bleeding Since Kelly tappedI&039;ve looked Kelly up in our files, and have an address for her off Dorset Street I ain solicit her attentions

There are so many fabulations about the Ripper, fuelled by silly notes to the press, that I can hide unnoticed a them, even if the occasional rumour strikes uncomfortably close After all, rant named David Cohen, confessed to me that he was Jack the Ripper I turned him over to the police and he has been removed in a strait-waistcoat to Colney Hatch Lestrade showed me the file of similar confessions A queue of cranks waits to claim credit for my deliveries And so over his silly red ink and arch jokes

&039;Yours truly, Jack the Ripper&039;? Is the letter-writer so about me? No, he does not understand eon, cutting away diseased tissue There is no &039;jolly wouldn&039;t you&039; to it

I worry about Genevieve Other va in their brains, but she is different I read a piece by Frederick Treves in The Lancet, speculating on the business of bloodline, as delicately as possible suggesting that thereimpure about the royal strain the Prince Consort has iet are twisted, self-destructing creatures, torn apart by changing bodies and uncontrollable desires Royal blood, of course, is notoriously thin Genevieve is sharp as a scalpel So With her, I try to keep my mind on my patients, on schedules and ti of the injuries I treat in a new-born as run down by a carriage reminds me of the injuries I have inflicted on other new-borns No, not injuries Cuts Surgical cuts There is no malice, no hate, in what I do

With Lucy, there was love Here, there is only the cool ofwould have understood I think of Kelly, of our bestial ether She is so like the Lucy that was As I res in my skin, my mouth dries I become aroused The bites Kelly made itch The itch is pain and pleasure at once With the itch comes a need, a co for ets too much to bear It is a need for Kelly&039;s kisses But there is so much wrapped up in the need, so ht to save Lucy by cutting off her head and I have been right to deliver the others Nichols, Chapht But I shall stop I aaze back upon myself Istiny deaths as a miser hoards pennies? The Count made a freak of him as he has made a monster of me And I am a monster, Jack the Ripper, Saucy Jack, Red Jack, Bloody Jack I shall be classed with Sweeney Todd, Sawney Beane, Mrs Manning, the Face at the Window, Jonathan Wild: endlessly served up in Famous Crimes: Past and Present Already, there are penny dreadfuls; soon, there will be music hall turns, sensational melodramas, a wax likeness in Tussaud&039;s Chamber of Horrors I meant to destroy a monster, not become one