THERE died a myriad,
And of the best, among them,
For an old bitch gone in the teeth,
For a botched civilization,



Charm, smiling at the good mouth,
Quick eyes gone under earth’s lid,



For two gross of broken statues,
For a few thousand battered books.

— Ezra Pound, Hugh Selwyn Mauberley
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