Surgeon at Arms by Gordon Richard

Author:Gordon, Richard [Gordon, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

'Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.

A little while, and at a leap I storm

The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform.

The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.’

He tossed the book down and asked, ‘What are you reading that sort of stuff for?’

‘It’s too hot for pathology.’

‘It’s a rather flamboyant bit of verse, isn’t it?’

‘No, I don’t think so. Doesn’t it put a patient’s feelings well? God knows how many think the same thing. They aren’t articulate enough to express themselves, that’s all.’

‘Nobody uses chloroform any more,’ said Desmond briefly. ‘Who wrote it?’

‘Henley. When he was in Edinburgh Infirmary, waiting for them to chop his foot off.’

‘Why have you taken to poetry?’

‘Why not? Don’t you realize, we’re totally uneducated. All of us. At Blackfriars they simply drown us intellectually in a torrent of facts, mostly extremely dull. What chance have we got to equip ourselves with some knowledge of literature, the arts, philosophy?’ he added , grandly.

‘I daresay.’ Desmond bit a piece of grass then spat it away. ‘Unfortunately, they don’t ask questions on those subjects in the finals.’

‘I think we should be more interested in being well- 5 educated doctors than getting through our finals.’

‘Oh, this is just another of your crazes,’ Desmond dismissed his cousin’s cultural ambitions. ‘I’ve got to go back to London this evening.’

‘What’s this? A night out?’

‘No, it’s my mother,’ Desmond told him with careful casualness. ‘I’ve just heard. She’s had a stroke. Quite a severe one, I gather.’

‘I say, I’m sorry.’

‘So am I. But these vascular accidents happen.’ Desmond got up. ‘Shouldn’t you try to find someone to mend your socks?’

It would never do to display emotion, or even concern, especially in front of Alec.

The news telephoned from Sussex that morning was hardly a surprise to Graham. For a year Maria’s blood-pressure had been steadily mounting, as she became fatter than ever. He still hadn’t divorced her. The plan had somehow been overlooked in the flurry of his reinstatement at the annex. He told Clare—as he told himself—the episode of his sacking must be taken as a warning. For the patients to continue benefiting from his abilities, he must be careful about publicity in the future. A divorce case in the papers certainly wouldn’t help his standing in the eyes of the Ministry. Such distressing tangles were perhaps best unravelled after the war, when he was his own master again. Clare agreed. The subject was dropped. So was that of a second excursion into pregnancy. Among any affectionate couple the matters never mentioned are generally the important ones.

Their domestic bliss at Cosy Cot continued. Clare didn’t go back to her work at the annex, but stayed at home to look after the house, grow radishes and lettuces in the garden, and cook the rations. They were frequently indebted to Mr Cramphorn, who seemed to have taken to them after Graham’s brush with authority, and would appear at the door with a rabbit he had shot, or a pigeon, or a rook, or even a squirrel, which he proclaimed excellent eating if roasted with a strip of bacon, as inclined to be rather dry.

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