Tag Archives: T.S. Eliot

Midnight Prufrock made a funny figure, weaving through the lamplight shadows, muttering the whole way under his breath. A careful passerby might have heard him saying “What is it? What is it?” and an even more careful passerby might have heard him replying “Oh do not ask. No, no.” To most though, his words wereContinue reading “Prufrock.”