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32 THIS DIFFICULT INDIVIDUAL seen and the most fun—except for his painful self-consciousness and his coughing laugh." 3 A small group of students occasionally gathered at Pound's home for a Sunday afternoon sandwich and song fest. Williams says that Pound never learned to play the piano, and Mrs. Pound, whom he describes as "erect and rather beautiful in an indifferent, middle-aged way," usually played for them. 4 With great gusto, Pound involved himself in extracurricular activities. He took up fencing under the tutelage of the University's master, Signor Terrone, but dropped it when Williams, who had had the benefit of a year's study at a Swiss school, informed him that the French style was much superior to the Italian style that was taught by Signor Terrone. In 1903, Pound, irritated by the faculty at the University, decided to make a change. He enrolled at Hamilton College. In his Autobiography, Williams says that Pound may have left the University because of some difficulty with his parents, 5 but he may have forgotten that Pound enrolled as a special student, rather than as a candidate for a degree, indicating that he had not planned to spend more than a year or two there. Pound continued to visit his parents and his friends in Philadelphia on weekends. One result of this was the first known character analysis of Pound, expressed in a letter written by Williams to his mother, dated March 30, 1904: "He is really a brilliant talker and thinker but delights in making himself exactly what he is not: a laughing boor. His friends must be all patience in order to find him out and even then you must not let him know it, for he will immediately put on some artificial mood and be really unbearable. It is too bad, for he loves to be liked, yet there is some quality in him which makes him too proud to try to please people." 6 Pound could hardly have known of this letter when he later described Williams as "bloody inarticulate", for it is one of the most expressive things that Williams has written. At the age of eighteen, Pound was already exhibiting those traits that were to excite contumely for the rest of his life. It has often seemed that Pound did exactly what Williams describes in this passage, that is, to deliberately obscure his finer qualities, and

EZRA POUND 33 put his worst foot forward. Malcolm Cowley has observed that Pound does this in order to remain free of the crowd, and of the admirers who are attracted by his daring. 7 For a half-century he has been the tightrope walker of modern letters, and for a halfcentury the audience has been waiting for him to lose his footing. If his manner seems unduly rude to some people, it has served two purposes. First, it tests the tensile strength of the subject's mind, and, second, it keeps civilian sightseers from lingering too long in the captain's tent. This mode of self-defense may be described as armor, if one desires to tread the manure-strewn path of psychology; some of it is due to a self-toughening process; but much of it is sheer perversity. Whatever it is, it has operated to his benefit through the years. Think of the consequences had he settled down for any protracted period with Mr. Joyce, Mr. Antheil, or Peggy Guggenheim! Yet this would have been Pound's fate had he not occasionally bristled his spine, and the ensuing loss of work would have been incalculable. Through the courtesy of The New Yorker, we have two descriptions of Pound at Hamilton College. His roommate, Claudius Alonzo Hand, now general counsel for a Wall Street bank, said that Pound would sometimes come in around midnight, wake him, and shove a glass of beer into his hand. Then he would read his poems aloud. When he had finished, he would ask Hand how much he had understood. "Not a word," the still sleepy Hand would confess. "Oh God!" Ezra would exclaim, seizing the glass of beer and downing it in desperation. "It must have been pretty discouraging," said Mr. Hand, some four decades later, as he analyzed his role in Ezra's flight from the homeland. 8 Another Hamilton boy, Mr. Conklin Mann, became a genealogist. He discovered, after some years of research, that Ezra had changed his name from Ezra Weston Pound to Ezra Loomis Pound. His mother, Isabel Weston Pound, had been a great-niece of Henry Longfellow, and perhaps Ezra felt that the tell-tale Weston in his own name might cause someone to remember the connection. Mann says that Pound did not join a fraternity at Hamilton,

EZRA POUND 33<br />

put his worst foot forward. Malcolm Cowley has observed that<br />

Pound does this in order to remain free of the crowd, and of the<br />

admirers who are attracted by his daring. 7<br />

For a half-century he<br />

has been the tightrope walker of modern letters, and for a halfcentury<br />

the audience has been waiting for him to lose his footing.<br />

If his manner seems unduly rude to some people, it has served<br />

two purposes. First, it tests the tensile strength of the subject's<br />

mind, and, second, it keeps civilian sightseers from lingering<br />

too long in the captain's tent.<br />

This mode of self-defense may be described as armor, if one<br />

desires to tread the manure-strewn path of psychology; some of<br />

it is due to a self-toughening process; but much of it is sheer<br />

perversity. Whatever it is, it has operated to his benefit through<br />

the years. Think of the consequences had he settled down for any<br />

protracted period with Mr. Joyce, Mr. Antheil, or Peggy Guggenheim!<br />

Yet this would have been Pound's fate had he not<br />

occasionally bristled his spine, and the ensuing loss of work<br />

would have been incalculable.<br />

Through the courtesy of The New Yorker, we have two descriptions<br />

of Pound at Hamilton College. His roommate, Claudius<br />

Alonzo Hand, now general counsel for a Wall Street bank, said<br />

that Pound would sometimes come in around midnight, wake him,<br />

and shove a glass of beer into his hand. Then he would read<br />

his poems aloud. When he had finished, he would ask Hand how<br />

much he had understood.<br />

"Not a word," the still sleepy Hand would confess.<br />

"Oh God!" Ezra would exclaim, seizing the glass of beer and<br />

downing it in desperation.<br />

"It must have been pretty discouraging," said Mr. Hand, some<br />

four decades later, as he analyzed his role in Ezra's flight from<br />

the homeland. 8<br />

Another Hamilton boy, Mr. Conklin Mann, became a genealogist.<br />

He discovered, after some years of research, that Ezra had<br />

changed his name from Ezra Weston Pound to Ezra Loomis<br />

Pound. His mother, Isabel Weston Pound, had been a great-niece of<br />

Henry Longfellow, and perhaps Ezra felt that the tell-tale Weston in<br />

his own name might cause someone to remember the connection.<br />

Mann says that Pound did not join a fraternity at Hamilton,

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