There is an old goat at my window-pane, standing upright in a frock-coat, somewhat earth-coloured and plain. He is starring down at me ... and the place where i have chosen to hide ... in the futile attempt to dissolve ... I discovered this cell as a child. There is a medicine-case, he calls 'being', which the goat carries under his arm. He says, if i only allow him to enter - I shall never come come to any harm. He is giving quite an importance to his frrightning and urgent concern, he says: 'I have come to be your transformer... I'm your doctor, half goat and half man.' He says that this house will soon crumble, and that I am going to suffer as it falls. He says: 'Let me in now and I'll be your savior... I'm your healer ... whith hooves and horns!'
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