" And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?"
from T.S. Eliot’s "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (1915)
— Jan 23, 2026 11:20AM
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