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being explored by the international financier and surgeon Reg LeCrisp and his most successful patient to date, the elephant Mr. George Humphries:
Announcer: Mr. LeCrisp, the surgery on Mr. Humpries is truly remarkable, but--why an elephant?
LeCrisp: Well, that was just a stroke of luck, really. An elephant's trunk became available after a road accident, and Mr. Humphries happened to be walking past the hospital at the time.
A: And what was Mr. Humphries' reaction to the transplant of the elephant's organs?
L (interspersed with trumpeting): Surprise at first, then later shock, and deep anger and resentment. But his family were marvelous, they helped pull him through--
A: How long was he in hospital?
L: Well, he spent the first three weeks in our intensive care unit, and then eight weeks in the zoo.
A: I see... Is Mr. Humphries now able to lead a fairly normal life?
L: No. Oh, no, no. No--he still has to wash himself in a rather special way, he can only eat buns, and he's not allowed on public transport. But I feel these are very minor problems--
A: Mm hmmm.
L: --when you consider the very sophisticated surgery which Mr. Humphries has undergone. I mean, each of those feet he's got now weighs more than his whole body did before the... elephantoplasty, and the tusks alone--
A: Er, some years ago you were the center of, er, controversy both from your own medical colleagues and from the Church when you grafted a pederast onto an Anglican bishop.
L: Well, that's ignorance of the press, if I may say so. We've done thousands of similar operations, it's just that this time there was a bishop involved. I wish I could have more bishops, I--
A: Is lack of donors a problem?
L: There just aren't enough accidents. It's unethical and time-consuming to go out and *cause* them, so we're having to rely on whatever comes to hand-- chairs, tables, floor-cleaning equipment, drying-out racks, pieces of pottery... and these do pose almost insurmountable surgical problems. What I'm sitting on, in fact, is one of our more successful attempts. This is Mrs. Dudley. She had little hope of survival, she'd lost interest in life, but along came this very attractive mahogany frame, and now she's a jolly comfortable Chesterfield.
A: Mm hmm. I see.
(Sound of car crash--sirens blaring)
L: Oh--excuse me... (Rushes out.) .
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