CORRELATION

Prior to killing, Bundy engaged in conversation with the victim only long enough to win her trust. Once she was in the trap, all aspects of her humanity were ignored and his ability to relate to her as an actual human being was gone. When Bundy describes the act of abducting and killing, he talks of it in the same manner as when discussing the theft of merchandise. For Ted, merchandise and women were one and the same.

“Since this girl in front of him represented not a person, but again the image, or something desirable, the last thing we would expect him to want to do would be to personalize this person. … Chattering and flattering and entertaining, as if seen through a motion picture screen.”

“They wouldn’t be stereotypes necessarily. But they would be reasonable facsimiles to women as a class. A class not of women, per se, but a class that has almost been created through the mythology of women and how they are used as objects.”

“What I went for were things that I couldn’t afford. Expensive things. The big payoff for me was actually possessing whatever it was I had stolen. It wasn’t the act, necessarily. Ofttimes I would have to get intoxicated to get loose enough to be able to do it right. Apart from that, I really enjoyed having something in my apartment that I had wanted and gone out and taken. The fantasy that accompanies and generates… The anticipation that precedes the crime is always more stimulating than the immediate aftermath of the crime itself.”

A hierarchy
Spread out on the nightstand
The spirit of team
Salvation is another chance
A sore loser
Yelling with my mouth shut
A cracking portrait
The fondling of the trophies
The null of losing
Can you afford that luxury?
A sore winner
But I’ll just keep my mouth shut
It shouldn’t bother me
But it does
The small victories
The cankers and medallions
They keep me thinking that someday
I might beat you
But I’ll just keep my mouth shut
The little nothings
It shouldn’t bother me
But it does
IF I SPEAK AT ONE CONSTANT VOLUME AT ONE CONSTANT PITCH
AT ONE CONSTANT RHYTHM RIGHT INTO YOUR EAR, YOU STILL WON’T HEAR
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear
You still won’t hear

– FAITH NO MORE

SOURCE: El Zacatal: The case of the murdered mannequin