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And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth.Ezra Pound
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No one knows, at sight a masterpiece. And give up verse, my boy, There's nothing in it. Likewise a friend of Bloughram's once advised me: Don't kick against the pricks, Accept opinion. The Nineties tried your game And died, there's nothing in it.Ezra Pound