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    <TD><B><FONT color=#000000 size=+1>SHAKESPEARE AND COMPANY : Sylvia 
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      <CENTER><FONT size=3>Mr. and Mrs. Pound</FONT></CENTER>
      <P>Among the first visitors to my bookshop from across the water-the 
      channel this time-were Ezra Pound and his wife, Dorothy Shakespear Pound. 
      They had just moved from London, obliged to flee, as Mr. Pound explained 
      to me, because the water was creeping up, and they might wake up some 
      morning to find they had web feet. Mrs. Pound seemed quite unperturbed by 
      this picture of her country. Her mother, I discovered, was the Mrs. 
      Shakespear (without the "e") who had had the famous literary salon in 
      England. 
      <P>Mrs. Pound was afraid people would have difficulty in finding the rue 
      Dupuytren, and I was delighted when she offered to make a little map for 
      the back of the library circular. This map, signed "D. Shakespear," guided 
      many a customer to Shakespeare and Company, and it is among the treasures 
      of those first days of my bookshop. 
      <P>Mr. Pound looked just as he did in his portraits, the frontis pieces in 
      Lustra and Pavannes and Divisions. His costume-the velvet jacket and the 
      open-road shirt- was that of the english aesthete of the period. There was 
      a touch of Whistler about him; his language, on the other hand, was 
      Huckleberry Finn's. 
      <P>Mr. Pound was not the kind of writer who talks about his, or, for that 
      matter, anyone's, books; at least with me. I found the acknowledged leader 
      of the modern movement not bumptious. In the course of our conversations, 
      he did boast, but of his carpentry. He asked me if there was anything 
      around the shop that needed mending, and he mended a cigarette box and a 
      chair. I praised his skill, and he invited me to his studio in the rue 
      Notre Dame des Champs to see his furniture, all made by himself. He 
      painted all the woodwork, too. 
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