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Olga Rudge & Ezra Pound: "What Thou Lovest Well..."

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134 The Red Priest of Venice<br />

‘‘Long delayed explosion!’’ in red ink when she reviewed it in later years,<br />

but she did not destroy it:<br />

She gathers He getting tired of town life and not displeased at<br />

getting back to His old slippers . . . She admits she would hardly do<br />

Him onore anymore as a maîtresse to ‘take out’ . . . [but] He never<br />

even sees that it is damn unfair . . . that He should always have her<br />

front door key and come and go as He likes and she never has<br />

His . . . they started even in Paris. Mah!—little by little all that has<br />

been changed—and not from any fault of hers. She has never done<br />

anything to hurt His family . . . or worry His parents, still He<br />

doesn’t trust her, and now I have got to explain this to the<br />

Leoncina—without making a tragedy of it!<br />

<strong>Ezra</strong> reassured her that ‘‘he ain’t lookin’ fer novelties & bazars, and he<br />

iz comin’ bak as soon as possible ’cause he purrfers St. Ambrogio with her<br />

in it to London or elsewhere without her.’’ He had seen the world premiere<br />

of W. H. Auden and Christopher Isherwood’s play, The Ascent of F-6, and<br />

was meeting ‘‘the Possum’’ (Eliot) in the vestry of St. Stephen’s Church.<br />

<strong>Olga</strong> was quick to apologize. ‘‘She take back anything narsty she might<br />

have said. . . . Does the Possum really live in the vestry, or is it a joke?’’ She<br />

was mourning the demise of Eliot’s Criterion magazine, and <strong>Ezra</strong> mocked<br />

her: ‘‘the joy of my life, the Citharistria / the scraper of cat gut and reviver<br />

of Vivaldi / the egregious <strong>Olga</strong>, scandalized at my levity thus reproves me:<br />

‘I liked The Criterion, it was respectable / none of your other magazines are<br />

respectable / You have no feeling for the sorrows of yr / friend Possum.’ ’’<br />

She had been to Florence with Mary, who bought copies of Botticelli’s<br />

Primavera at the U≈zi Gallery for her father and The Birth of Venus for<br />

their neighbor in Venice, Dolly Watts. Moidile was invited by a friend for<br />

an ice cream soda, ‘‘which she drinks patriotically as being American.’’<br />

When they saw the Hollywood film A Yank at Oxford, Mary expressed a<br />

desire to go to college. ‘‘Please do not disillusion her about it yet,’’ <strong>Olga</strong><br />

cautioned the child’s father. She took Mary to have her photo taken and to<br />

apply for a passport, and they got back to Venice just as the sirens announced<br />

an air raid drill.

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