Here you can see the hotel Grand Chancellor, a flash, if somewhat overrated (in my opinion) boarding house by the water in Hobart. Short of inspiration, I thought that I'd dig out another old poem. By and large, I'm not a huge fan of Ezra Pound's work, but when you have such a ripping opening line, you just have to like the one! The Temperaments Ezra Pound Nine adulteries, 12 liaisons, 64 fornications and something approaching a rape Rest nightly upon the soul of our delicate friend Florialis, And yet the man is so quiet and reserved in demeanour That he passes for both bloodless and sexless. Bastidides, on the contrary, who both talks and writes of nothing save copulation, Has become the father of twins, But he accomplished this feat at some cost; He had to be four times cuckold.