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Visited the hospice for the aliénés at Bicêtre. 540 aliénés, 120 epileptics, a ward for the more tranquil, one for the furious under medical treatment, one for those having other diseases combined with alienation of mind, and one for convalescents, [who] appeared in tolerable condition. The single cells very bad - stone floor - close - and no fire place. In one the patient was kneeling in his bed, spoke tolerably rational to the keepers, had nothing except a ragged shirt - had an inflammation in one of his eyes. The cell stunk horribly and the floor was covered with ordure [excrement] and urine. One of those in the convalescent ward had eat[en] a good dinner yesterday and was dying in apoplexy today. Some of the epileptics were at work as tailors. There are about a dozen baths, covered except room for the head. Immediately above the head is a cock communicating with a pipe whence water is poured upon the head of the patient.
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