第三章 给《泰晤士报》的一封信

摘要

I did not see Merrick again for two years.Then,one day,the police found him.He had my card in his hand,so they brought him to the London Hospital.He was very tired,hun⁃gry,and dirty,so I put him to bed in a quiet little room.But he could not stay at the hospi⁃tal.He was not ill,and of course the beds in the hospital are for ill people.We have no beds for hungry people,or ugly people.