Kelsy Ellen

 ”The Ted Bundy the world was allowed to see was handsome, his body honed and cultivated meticulously, a  barrier of strength against eyes that might catch a glimpse of the terror inside. He was brilliant, a student of distinction, witty, glib, and persuasive. He loved to ski, sail, and hike. He favored french cuisine, good white wine, and gourmet cooking. He loved Mozart and obscure foreign films. He knew exactly when to send flowers and sentimental cards. His poems of love were tender and romantic.
And yet, in reality, Ted loved things more than he loved people. He could find life in an abandoned bicycle or an old car, and feel a kind of compassion for these inanimate objects—more compassion than he could ever feel for another human being.
Ted could—and did—rub elbows with the governor, travel in circles that most young men could never hope to enter, but he could never feel good about himself. On the surface Ted Bundy was the very epitome of a successful man. Inside, it was all ashes.
For Ted has gone through life terrible crippled, like a man who is dear, or blind, or paralyzed. Ted has no conscience.”
- The Stranger Beside Me, Ann Rule

 ”The Ted Bundy the world was allowed to see was handsome, his body honed and cultivated meticulously, a  barrier of strength against eyes that might catch a glimpse of the terror inside. He was brilliant, a student of distinction, witty, glib, and persuasive. He loved to ski, sail, and hike. He favored french cuisine, good white wine, and gourmet cooking. He loved Mozart and obscure foreign films. He knew exactly when to send flowers and sentimental cards. His poems of love were tender and romantic.

And yet, in reality, Ted loved things more than he loved people. He could find life in an abandoned bicycle or an old car, and feel a kind of compassion for these inanimate objects—more compassion than he could ever feel for another human being.

Ted could—and did—rub elbows with the governor, travel in circles that most young men could never hope to enter, but he could never feel good about himself. On the surface Ted Bundy was the very epitome of a successful man. Inside, it was all ashes.

For Ted has gone through life terrible crippled, like a man who is dear, or blind, or paralyzed. Ted has no conscience.”

- The Stranger Beside Me, Ann Rule


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