And speaking of Pound, many decades ago I was shacked with a lady and I was a poor provider and how we made it, drinking continually as we did, I am truly amazed at now, although then I didn’t think much about it. Anyhow, in the few non-drinking moments I usually made my way to the library and back. One time I opened the door and stood there with that heavy book in my hand and she looked up from the bed and said, “You got them god damned Cantos again?” “Yes,” I told her, “we can’t fuck all the time.”
