T. S. Eliot, the Art of Poetry No. 1 (1959)
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INTERVIEWER
Does the manuscript of the original, uncut Waste Land exist?
ELIOT
Don’t ask me. That’s one of the things I don’t know. It’s an unsolved mystery. I sold it to John Quinn. I also gave him a notebook of unpublished poems, because he had been kind to me in various affairs. That’s the last I heard of them. Then he died and they didn’t turn up at the sale.
It's actually viewable here with Pound's notes:
https://www.bl.uk/collection-items/manuscript-of-t-s-eliots-...
Some background:
https://www.bl.uk/20th-century-literature/articles/ezra-poun...
makes it sound like a damned shame Pound went down the conspiracy-theory rabbit hole.
(I am adding "able to put oneself in the shoes of others" as yet another thing which I can no longer regard as an infallible bulwark against totalitarianism. https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=24199995 )
I think that for me it’s been very useful to exercise other activities, such as working in a bank, or publishing even. And I think also that the difficulty of not having as much time as I would like has given me a greater pressure of concentration. I mean it has prevented me from writing too much. The danger, as a rule, of having nothing else to do is that one might write too much rather than concentrating and perfecting smaller amounts. That would be my danger.