Originally posted by Observer
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Anyway, you make a brilliantly perceptive observation here, because I've been keeping this very book under wraps for at least the last ten years, in readiness for this happy day. And I will now post the entire volume here for everyone to read and digest - for free.
Are you sitting comfortably, children? Then I'll begin.
The diary is not in Maybrick's handwriting.
[Source - see facsimile first published in 1993]
The diary is not in Michael or Anne Barrett's handwriting.
[Source - see Observer's post reproduced as an appendix]
The End.
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Originally posted by Observer
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Phew! That was quite exhausting and took all my creative juices.
Coming here sometimes feels like being surrounded by angry wasps - but without the charisma. But if any arsehole would like to spit venom at me in my absence for shamelessly promoting this book, or whinge when I don't immediately answer all their questions about how I arrived at such absurd, credulity-stretching conclusions, would they please form a disorderly queue.
I won't be here. I'll be 'resting'.
Actually, I'm escaping to The Village for some fresh air, sanity and peace and quiet. If you're lucky, and if I'm even luckier, they'll make me stay.
Be seein' you.

The diary author, to my mind, was not aiming to portray him as anything but a mister average who likes to think he is smarter than the average bore. 
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