For thirty-eight years
the tale has swirled about in
my head, in the midst
of my heart's disappointments?
Has it changed since then? Have they?
Author's Notes/Comments:
My long Whitechapel project, first imagined in 1975, had, from its first conception, the idea of romantic disappointment in the foreground, and the Ripper utterly offstage. Is it, can it be, any different now?