Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. Mr. Cruncher, sitting on a stool in a public place but not being a poet, mused as little as possible, and looked about him.
“What if I know thy speeches word by word? And if thou knew’st I knew them wouldst thou speak?”
Ezra Pound | “Satiemus”
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