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E. Pound Rapallo via Marsala 12-5

14 Jan am

My Dear J/B/

I dont understimate the slimy terd's ABILITY. God rot his bloated carcass, if he weren't an ABLE son of all the poodles in Manhattan he wdn't be where he is at chief bootlicker to whats left of foetid mass=murderers, war=makers k:t:l:

To which quite clear remarks, or to which equally clear tho' less vigorous ones of similar trend in my anterior communication, I note that Sua Eccellenze, M/P. at Elsfield Manor opposes no direct contradiction.

Able as he (the N.B.) is I do not think he dares enter a room with me in it, even if guaranteed physical immunity.

God, there are shits, and there are black shits and there are soft shits, diarhoetic shits, wormy shits, and THEN he comes, along with Herb Hoover and others.

Thanks very much for sending the Cromwell. I shall try when it arrives to deal fair with what you have done, and I shall certainly "sgridar' " you for not having been INTERESTED in the vital facts, in the only facts that COULD make the

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book of vital importance to living men, or an aid to the growing generation.

I dare say we shall start social justice here in Italy 30 years before Britain's sloppy democracy get round to asserting either its rights or a more illumined perception.

Nevertheless, even while you have been dallyin with the Harlem crooners, things have MOVED.

I am sorry that comfort means more to you than the health of England; but so is it, and more's the pity.

I don't in the least believe you saw everybody in the U.S.. Crate Larkin or Woodward wd/ have mentioned it. Tunny is fit company for that blithering pinhead G/B/S/

I don't believe you saw ANY of living America.

happy new year (and may it come about a fortnight after England at large, gets fed.)

[cordially yrs?]

E P