This is 1913, Pound in London, styling himself, isn't he, after those Renaissance artists and poets whom he would write about, translate in this period.
Surely, they won't be like Renaissance Venetians who, when feeling punk, wantonly harvested the Padua garden, necessitating the construction of a wall, big gates, and columns at the entrance etched with the rules of conduct.
Prosthetic limbs aren't the only technology undergoing a renaissance neural implants are also rapidly maturing, promising to provide mental augmentation rather than physical.
