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nature had certainly influenced my thinking?and feeling?as a moral theologian. I could understand those people feeling im? prisoned within a deformed body and seeking revenge on the world?such as Gloucester. I flew back to England the next day as the trial continued. During the flight the young woman came to mind. Her mother had been in choking sobs during my testimony. I had articulated what her daughter could not. A certain sadness descended. It was one thing to write about an ear in the pages of this medical journal for a professional readership, or to speak to plastic surgeons, but to be examined in a court of law is altogether different. The woman's life would never be the same; and I formally announced the fact. Unexpected new doors