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Canonical Ripper Letters

Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk
about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal.
How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.

Yours truly
Jack the Ripper

Letter sent September 27th, 1888 at the Central News Agency

Mr Lusk
I send you half the
Kidne I took from one women
prasarved it for you tother piece
may send you the bloody knif that
took it out if you only wate a whil
Mishter Lusk.
Letter received by the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee on 16 October 1888


"I'm Jack the Ripper. I love women. I'm Jack the Ripper. I caused terror throughout London—"
Jack the Ripper, Vaguely Recalling JoJo

"One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the 20th century."
From Hell, the movie.

"The city was drowning in decay. Chaos. Immorality. A message needed to be sent, etched in blood for all the world to see. A warning."

"Koch's Snowflake begins with an equilateral triangle, which can be contained within a circle, just as the murders are constrained to Whitechapel 2nd Autumn, 1888. Next, half-sized triangles are added to the triangles' three sides. Quarter-sized triangles are added to the new shape's twelve sides, and so on. Eventually, the snowflake's edge becomes so crinkly and complex that its length, theoretically, is Infinite. Its AREA, however, never exceeds the initial circle. Likewise, each new book provides fresh details, finer crennelations of the subject's edge. Its area however can't extend past the initial circle: Autumn 1888, Whitechapel. What have we to look forward to? Abberline's school nickname or the make of Mary Kelly's shoes? Koch's snowflake: gaze upon it, Ripperologists, and shiver. The complex phantom we project. That alone, we know is real. The actual killer's gone, unglimpsed, might as well not have been there at all."
Alan Moore, From Hell: Appendix: The Dance of the Gull-Catchers.

"The case could be moralised about from every angle except actual, practical sympathy with oppressed women. The case was a litmus test on the moral state of society (the killer brings the rebuke that 'we' all need, in his mad way). The case was about swarthy Jews and their sacrificial religion, or about all the foreigners (no wonder the Mail loves this latest story - the guy supposedly identified as the killer was a Polish immigrant). The case was about the degradation of the criminal classes. The case was a big joke, jolly London lore. Hence the newspapers' invention of the name 'Jack the Ripper' when they hit upon the lucrative idea of sending themselves letters written in red ink, purporting to be from the murderer, invoking 'Springheel Jack' in their fabricated signatures, and sniggering about the whole thing in words that were painstakingly badly spelled (because, of course, 'Jack' couldn't be an educated man)."
Jack Graham, "No Name"