Lot Essay
"Met Ezra Pound in his rooms, in his ruins. He was stretched in bed and twitching in his arthritis. Then he rose and put on thick glasses, to take a good look at me. I am sure he saw Dante's inferno in my pock-marked face, or the backside of the moon...Made drawings of him." (Edwin Mullins, Souza, London, 1962, p. 78)