But it looks nice.
Between each ward is a yard, but the sun never shines in it, and the grass is carefully kept out.

The kitchens are beautiful, but are situated so far from the main building that in winter the food must be cold before it reaches the patients.

But who cares about them?
Aren't the saucepans like polished suns?
We saw a man who had broken his skull in falling from a vessel, and who for eighteen hours had received no medical assistance whatsoever; but his sheets were immaculate, for the linen department is very well kept.
In the prison ward I was moved like a child by the sight of a litter of kittens playing on a convict's bed.

He made them little paper balls, and they would chase them all over the bed-spread, and cling to its edges with their claws.

Then he would turn them over, stroke them, kiss them and cuddle them to his heart.