With due apologies, it's Lawrence RAINEY.
Some fun -- by accident or design
"He [Pound] wants me to bring out a Vol. after the War," Eliot enthused to
Aiken in late September 1914, adding ruefully: "The devil of it is that I have
done nothing good since J. A[lfred] P[rufrock]. and writhe in impotence"
(LOTSE, 58). Pound immediately grasped Eliot's importance, and he was
soon laboring to get all his early poems into print. More important, his
encouragement had rekindled Eliot's ambitions...
Rainy, Introduction to The Annotated Waste Land