From THE CANTOS
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Great bulk, huge mass, thesaurus…(Canto V)
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The slough of unamiable liars,
bog of stupidities,
malevolent stupidities, and stupidities,
the soil living pus, full of vermin,
dead maggots begetting live maggots,
slum owners,
usurers squeezing crab-lice, pandars to authority,
pets-de-loup, sitting on piles of stone books,
obscuring the texts with philology,
hiding them under their persons,
the air without refuge of silence,
the drift of lice, teething,
and above it the mouthing of orators,
the arse-belching of preachers…(Canto XIV)
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and the two largest rackets are the alternation
of the value of money…
and usury @ 60 or lending
that which is msde of nothing
and the state casn lernd money as was done
by Athens for the building of the Salamis fleet
and if the packet gets lost in transit
ask Churchill's backers
where it has got to the state need not borrow
nor do the veterans need state guarantees
for private usurious lending…[…]
4 giants at the 4 corners
three young men at the door
and they digged a ditch round about me
lest the damp gnaw thru my bones…[…]
and Mr. Edwards superb green and brown
in ward No. 4 a jacent benignity,
of the Baluba mask: "doan you tell no one
I made you that table"…[…]
If the hoar frost grip thy tent
Thou wilt give thanks when night is spent…(Canto LXXIV)
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nothing matters but the quality
Of the affection—
in the end—…(Canto LXXVI)
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What counts is the cultural level,
thank Benin for this table ex packing box
"doan you tell no one I made it"
from a mask fine as any in Frankfurt
"It'll get you offn th' groun"…
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Pull down thy vanity, it is not man
Made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down…
But to have done instead of not doing
this is not vanity
To have, with decency, knocked
That a Blunt should open
To have gathered from the air a live tradition
or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame
This is not vanity.
Here error is all in the not done,
all in the diffidence that faltered…
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Pull down thy vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail…(Canto LXXXI)
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(Jeffers, Lovell and Harley
also Mr. Walls who has lent me a razor…(Canto LXXXII)
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