About the only thing’ll get a fascist through’s his charm. The newsfolks love it.
“Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine hardihood! Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And trembles for the love of day to be. Calais, the words break and the dawn is shown.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”
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