the elefant man

Chapter IV MERRICK'S FIRST HOME

We gave Merrick two rooms at the back of the hospital. One
room was a bathroom, so he could have a bath every day. Soon
his skin was much better, and there was no horrible smell.
The second room had a bed, table, and chairs. I visited him
every day, and talked to him. He loved reading, and talking
about books. At first he did not know many books: the Bible,
and one or two newspapers, that's all. But I gave him some
books of love stories, and he liked them very much. He read
them again and again, and talked about them often. For him,
the men and women in these books were alive, like you and
me. He was very happy.
But sometimes it was difficult for him. At first, one or two
people in the hospital laughed at Merrick because he was ugly.
Sometimes, they brought their friends to look at him. One day a
new nurse came to the hospital, and nobody told her about
Merrick.

She took his food to his room, and opened the door. Then she
saw him. She screamed, dropped the food on the floor, and ran
out of the room.
I was very angry with the nurse, and went to see Merrick. He
was not happy about it, but he was not very angry. I think he
felt sorry for the girl.
'People don't like looking at me. I know that, Dr Treves,' he
said. 'They usually laugh or scream.'
'Well, I don't want nurses to laugh at you, Joseph,' I said angrily.
'I want them to help you.'
'Thank you, doctor,' he said, in his strange slow voice. 'But it's
not important. Everyone laughs at me. I understand that.'
I looked at him sadly. In his one good hand, his left
hand, he had the little picture of his mother. He looked at the
picture for a minute, and then put it by a flower on the table. A
tear ran out of his eye and down the skin of his enormous, ugly
face.
'Dr Treves,' he said, slowly. 'You and the nurses are very kind,
and I'm very happy here. Thank you very much. But ... I know I
can't stay here long, and ... I would like to live in a lighthouse,
after the hospital, please. A lighthouse, or a home for blind
people. I think those are the best places for me.'

'What do you mean?' I asked. 'Why?'
He did not look at me. He put the flower on the picture and
looked at it carefully.
'Lighthouses have sea all round them, don't they?' he said.
'Nobody could look at me in a lighthouse, so I would be happy
there. And blind people can see nothing, so they couldn't see
me, could they?'
'But Joseph,' I said, 'this is your home. You live here now. You
aren't going to leave the hospital.'
'Not today, perhaps,' he said. 'But soon. You are a kind man, Dr
Treves. But I can't stay here very long. I have no money.'
I smiled. 'Joseph,' I said. 'This is your home now. Don't you
understand? You can stay here all your life.' Very carefully, I
told him about the letter to The Times, and the money.
I don't think he understood at first, so I told him again. He was
very quiet for a minute. Then he stood up, and walked up and
down the room very quickly. A strange sound came from him,
like laughing.