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282 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL<br />

to compare a Provençal text with Pound's translation, he laughed<br />

and laughed and laughed."<br />

This type of criticism might be passable at a literary tea, but<br />

amazingly enough, it comprised part of a lecture that Graves<br />

delivered at staid old Trinity College, England, and was one of<br />

the supposedly scholarly Clark lectures given at that school. These<br />

talks were published under the title of The Crowning Privilege<br />

in 1955. One can only wonder how the faculty and students at<br />

Trinity College received the news that Pound's poems had been<br />

judged for all time by a thirteen-year-old boy who spoke a dialect<br />

related to Provençal. It seems that literary criticism in England<br />

has abandoned the sober scholarship of T. S. Eliot, and is now the<br />

playground of thirteen-year-old boys.<br />

Graves himself has always puttered about in the classical world<br />

like an ancient country squire stalking about his garden. His<br />

standards of criticism, depending as they do upon the intellectual<br />

support of a much younger generation, leave much to be desired.<br />

Pound ignores such snide approaches to his work. After all,<br />

scholars like Robert Graves use their intellects as most men use<br />

their stomachs, that is, to digest things for which they have a<br />

preference. They react with acute indigestion when attempting to<br />

absorb something that is not part of their regular diet. It is not<br />

out of place to observe that such scholars practice a sort of intellectual<br />

nudism, and parade about in the world of ideas clothed<br />

only in their ignorance. The spectacle is not a classical one.<br />

Ezra has been sustained all these years against this type of<br />

critic by what may best be described as insouciance. In Blast, in<br />

1914, he announced that he was going to be around for a long<br />

time, much to the dismay of his enemies. He entitled this declaration<br />

"Salutation the Third":<br />

LET us deride the smugness of "The Times":<br />

GUFFAW!<br />

So much for the gagged reviewers,<br />

It will pay them when the worms are wriggling in<br />

their vitals;<br />

These are they who objected to newness,<br />

Here are their tomb-stones.

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