Pound spent much of the summer of 1907 searching for an academic job that would allow him a certain amount of time in which to write and travel; and in August he succeeded in ‘nailing’ (as he put it) a post at Wabash College, a Presbyterian institution at Crawfordsville, Indiana, where he would be free to run as he saw fit an entire department — French, Spanish and Italian — with the chance in two years of a full professorship. When he wrote to tell his mother of his success he could not resist a gibe: he had got the job, he said, despite the fact that his shoes were not shined. But he was still restless, and even as he planned his trip west to Indiana he talked of retiring to Venice to live and loaf as he pleased; and the trip itself through the tidy but characterless farmlands of Ohio and Indiana only made matters worse: ‘Gawsh, I won't be near so caustic about European decadence the next time I see it.’