Instead of going to the trouble of finding "a list director of Pound
Security" we could just pretend we are all at St. Elizabeths!

And to change the subject, when does one come to the conclusion that
someone is "insane", "crazy", or as we say in French, "original"?
Especially if that person happens to be an artist or a great poet?

I often talk about my "Pound list", as others must have talked about
their favorite "salon" (or "saloon"?).  Next week in Paris, my brother
may ask me: “the Pound list?  What’s that?”  I will simply say:

"C'est tout un poème!”  (It’s a poem in itself!)

Marie-Noëlle