Synopsis for a German Novella

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The Doctor is glimpsed among his mulberry trees. 
The dark fruits disfigure the sward like contusions. 
He is at once aloof, timid, intolerant
Of all banalities of village life,
And yet is stupefied by loneliness.

Continually he dreams of the company he craves for, 
But he challenges it and bores it to tears whenever 
It swims uncertainly into his narrow orbit. 
Meetings, however relished in their prospect, 
Seem only to be arrangements for departures.

Exemplum: the spruce Captain and his vampire wife 
With her token fur hat and veil, like a bandage 
Extemporised by a bat. It seems that exercise
Keeps the Captain’s horse in a permanent lather. 
The wife suffers from a disabling ennui.

What more likely than a harmless liaison?
At their first meeting the scenario is as obvious 
As a cheese. Her eyes, half-lidded, turn away,
The cup lifted to her lips. The Captain has questions 
About the flooding of the water-meadow.

A furious but undirected energy governs her soul, 
Listless as she seems on the surface. It is
A libido on auto-destruct. Opportunities
Occur, but the Doctor, in complacent rectitude, 
Bows himself off the stage of further meetings.

He devotes himself to his patients. They, however, 
Begin to avoid him as if he has some dreadful disease. 
When the Captain is lost on the glacier, his horse 
Riderless, returning to graze on the bowling-green, 
The Doctor is suspected. It is most unfair.

Meanwhile, his orphaned cousins go ahead
With their threatened law-suit. At first he is amused. 
He meets their legal representative over
A schnapps in the Bahnhof Buffet, and is compromised 
By the leather luggage of the absconding wife.

He claims to have found a cure for the epidemic of goitres 
But only succeeds in killing two maids and a barley farmer. 
The Captain’s wife is staying at Interlaken
With the Schoolmaster’s wastrel son. Her insane letters
Are read out in court, evidence of the Doctor’s malpractice.

Only his good old Nurse refuses to disbelieve him. 
On her death-bed she grips his fingers tightly
And mutters inaudibly about the lost diaries.
There is nothing now to prevent the red-haired cousins 
From taking complete control of his estate.

The Doctor has lost everything and gained nothing. 
At the back of his mind there is still the slight hope 
That time will explain to him his crucial role. 
He becomes a cutter of peat, and realises
That it is never quite easy enough to disappear.

© John Fuller