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230 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL ". . . And Russia's contempt for the present pawnbrokers' regimes in London and Washington is even more vigorous than that of the Axis." May 23, 1943: "The moment calls for realism of a kind more real than you are accustomed to. Let us take down the stage set. It is very easy to fall into rhetoric; it is very easy for people to be swayed by cliches. No one is immune from that danger, least of all men who write in a hurry." June 5, 1943: "Your Russian allies are slaves of an infernal state, got life sentence. You have pretty nigh got a life sentence. . . . It is not, and has not been my purpose in these talks to speak of this war as an isolated phenomenon, as a bit of meteorite fallen from some other planet. My function is to arouse a little bit of curiosity about such profits. War is part of a profit. Some men should want to know what part of a profit it is, and what profit it is part of." June 12, 1943: ". . . The German revolution a revolution of the home brothel against the American, mammas have not thought of it that way. And the intelligentsia has had 150 years of propaganda for the bordello. Disguised as Romantic literature, and disguised as a falsification. At first the Romantic literature was something sane. Then it got rotten. It began with a return to nature. Purity of nature as against the rottenness of artful society. How come it went rotten? Oh, one thing leads to another. False standards of Puritanism lead to revolt, quite properly. "It is now very hard to touch upon such subjects at all without sounding like a Methodist elder or killjoy. All I can say is that nobody with a knowledge of the facts can claim that I have passed my life in gloom and without a fair share of the pleasures. This is not a Salvation Army meeting. I hereby maintain that I have seen more pleasure loosed on the evening air at a marshmallow roast than in any Cafe de Nuit in Montmartre. 4 "Dreary cafes, with a few wornout bags and the usual staff

EZRA POUND 231 sitting around, hoping against hope that something will come in from outside and spend some money; and hope dies hard. Hoping somebody will come in and entertain them or introduce a little variety." June 19, 1943: "That text is known to them that have patience to read it, possibly one one-hundredth of one per cent of the denizens. They forget it, all save a few Western states. I think somebody in Dakota once read it. The Constitution. "However, I don't mean that a new amendment would get enough publicity to prevent a vast movement to suspend the amendment in favor of Trilby. Yes, his middle name is Trilby. He writes it Franklin D. Roosevelt. However, the removal of one hypnotized lunkhead for the sake of inserting another hypnotized lunkhead or rabbit, might not bring sudden salvation. "And prosperity was just around the corner. And now it is out guarding Persian railroads. Iran used to be Persia. Now it is part of Soviet Russia, with American troops guarding the railways, in order to bring the good life to Arkansas. ". . . No American boys will be sent to die on foreign fields. O Mother, Oh American Mother. Did you hear your beloved Franklin Trilby sing that operetta? Now I repeat it to you. I go on repeating it to you." June 22, 1943: ". . . There really seems to be little doubt as to Stalin's direction. His mind appears to be remarkably clear." June 26, 1943: "An idea is colored by what it is dipped in. Take, for example, the more or less Teutonic idea of materialism—Marx and Engels just fooling around with Hegel's philosophy or something, and evolved, or developed what is called Marxist Materialism, and it got toted off into Russia and after 25 years, what do we have? We have those howlin' Slavs gone off on a purely metaphysical, typically Russian crusade, as crazy as any excess of the Middle Ages, trustingly oblivious of the material trend."

230 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL<br />

". . . And Russia's contempt for the present pawnbrokers' regimes<br />

in London and Washington is even more vigorous than that<br />

of the Axis."<br />

May 23, 1943:<br />

"The moment calls for realism of a kind more real than you<br />

are accustomed to. Let us take down the stage set. It is very<br />

easy to fall into rhetoric; it is very easy for people to be swayed<br />

by cliches. No one is immune from that danger, least of all men<br />

who write in a hurry."<br />

June 5, 1943:<br />

"Your Russian allies are slaves of an infernal state, got life<br />

sentence. You have pretty nigh got a life sentence. . . . It is not,<br />

and has not been my purpose in these talks to speak of this war as<br />

an isolated phenomenon, as a bit of meteorite fallen from some<br />

other planet. My function is to arouse a little bit of curiosity about<br />

such profits. War is part of a profit. Some men should want to<br />

know what part of a profit it is, and what profit it is part of."<br />

June 12, 1943:<br />

". . . The German revolution a revolution of the home brothel<br />

against the American, mammas have not thought of it that way.<br />

And the intelligentsia has had 150 years of propaganda for the<br />

bordello. Disguised as Romantic literature, and disguised as a<br />

falsification. At first the Romantic literature was something sane.<br />

Then it got rotten. It began with a return to nature. Purity of<br />

nature as against the rottenness of artful society. How come it<br />

went rotten? Oh, one thing leads to another. False standards of<br />

Puritanism lead to revolt, quite properly.<br />

"It is now very hard to touch upon such subjects at all without<br />

sounding like a Methodist elder or killjoy. All I can say is that<br />

nobody with a knowledge of the facts can claim that I have passed<br />

my life in gloom and without a fair share of the pleasures. This is<br />

not a Salvation Army meeting. I hereby maintain that I have seen<br />

more pleasure loosed on the evening air at a marshmallow roast<br />

than in any Cafe de Nuit in Montmartre. 4<br />

"Dreary cafes, with a few wornout bags and the usual staff

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