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[1934]

E. Pound Rapallo

Via Marsala 12-5

22 oct /XII

Dear John Buchan

I never heard of Harkness, and hope Butler
will be dead by the time you get to N/Y. To entrust that
foetid carcass with a million's worth of anything is a crime/
tho I doubt not it is committed with godly intentions.

//

If you do not find the spiritual foetor of
Doc/Nicholas such as to deprive you of all power of speech
in his presence &

If the slithery old bounder is capable of
inspiring the faintest trace of sympathy in yr/ hnrd/ booZUMM.

You might warn him:

A. That I am perfectly implacable.
B. That right or wrong my OPINION is being registered in
rather durable material

(exegi monumentum aere etc.)

C. That editors of reputable journals (such as the Morning
Post, if there be other such) are increasingly
susceptible to my persuasions, and often
agree with me in silence when they are not at
liberty to print my unflagging language.

Entre nous, at least one man on the Post seems to share my
opionion of Nic..

If he (N. But.) were a younger man I cd/ be sure of
breaking him wide open. As it is he will probably die before
I get the job done.