I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I

His Weakness Was His Belief That Evil Had Boundaries.

Place Has Always Been Important To Me, And One Thing Today's Chicago Exudes, As It Did In 1893, Is A Sense Of Place. I Fell In Love With The City, The People I Encountered, And Above All The Lake And Its Moods, Which Shift So Readily From Season To Season, Day To Day, Even Hour To Hour.

I Was Born With The Devil In Me,' [holmes] Wrote. 'i Could Not Help The Fact That I Was A Murderer, No More Than The Poet Can Help The Inspiration To Sing.

Beneath The Stars The Lake Lay Dark And Sombre," Stead Wrote, "but On Its Shores Gleamed And Glowed In Golden Radiance The Ivory City, Beautiful As A Poet's Dream, Silent As A City Of The Dead.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.