So, now I felt I was close to the conclusion of the terrible saga to which I’d been suddenly introduced by my own dead father. I kept asking myself the same question. Could it really be possible that Jack the Ripper had been born out of one man’s insane desire to gain the recognition of the father he’d never known? The more I pondered on the question the more the answer became clearer. It was eminently possible, and I knew, as a psychiatrist, that the sick and diseased mind of an individual can easily take an idea and twist it until putting it into practice becomes totally logical to him or her.
His lack of detail in describing the murder of Mary Kelly, or the scene of utter devastation that he left in the form of her butchered remains convinced me that the murder itself was almost superf
