Jack the Ripper remains an iconic figure today, and perhaps is seen as the forerunner of the serial killers that society has had to deal with since.

He was distracted by a brief surge of adrenaline as he remembered the girl’s blood-soaked body. Flesh separated and puckered, he had left her in such a manner that her sacrification would be remembered.

The recollection aroused him. Death and sensuality combined to create a unique vision of purity and abhorrence. Though he had experienced doubts since beginning, he knew the mission he had been tasked with was necessary. It had given him a purity of purpose. These women needed to be punished, all in her name. And yet he felt guilt. Not enough to consume him, but enough to have it niggling away in the back of his mind like a parasite infecting his very soul.
May God forgive me for the deeds I committed on Kelly, no heart no heart.

No murderer had before or has since caused such a sensation, passed so quickly into folklore or gained an image – top hat, cape and Gladstone bag – that is truly iconic: as instantly recognisable as Sherlock Holmes's deerstalker and meerschaum pipe, and as capable of conveying a meaning understood around the world – even by people who know nothing about the Ripper or what he did, or that he, unlike Holmes, actually existed.

When we see something like this we forget the most important and most obvious thing…those butterflies will never fly again.”
“It’s unnatural, and yet it’s so seductive…”
“That’s exactly the effect that death has on some individuals. That’s why serial killers exist.

I don't know what Jack was thinking, but we were just looking to putter around the course and make some cash.

I don't know what Jack was thinking, but we were just looking to potter round the course and make some cash. It never struck me he might have a chance, but there were fans on the 1st tee shouting at him to 'make it six [Nicklaus had won five Masters at this point] in '86'.