Реферат: J Alfred Prufrock Essay Research Paper Love

quickly as it came to him. He then laments about his indecision and lack of courage, in a minute

there is time/ For decision and revisions with a minute will reverse . The theme of Prufrock s

fickle thoughts run throughout the poem, as illustrated in his confidence about his outfit and taste,

then just the next line he his back to the insecurity about his age But how his arms and legs are

thin. (45)

Prufrock goes on to tell the reader of his experience I have known them all–/Have

known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, (50) describing the stages of his life from his youth

through his young adulthood to his present state, as a middle aged man. He feels the age and

eventual death of not only himself but of the society he is a part of. He hears voices

dying…..Beneath the music from a farther room (52-53), and realizes that he is at the end of his

time. I think he realizes that he is not a member of the modern society, nor am I sure he wants to

be. But he does feel that he is watched like a specimen formulated, sprawling on a pin (57). But

unlike a bug in a bug collection, he is still alive and tortured wriggling on the wall (58). He

realizes that his customs are a part of the past, but he is unable to see the way to move on. He

thinks perhaps he should spit out the butt-ends of my days and ways (60) but realizes he

wouldn t know how to resume life in the new world And how should I presume? (61).

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Prufrock goes back to his own way of thought and begins to remember the women in the

parlor and his mind begins to wonder to more physical elements of their company and he soon

begins to muster up courage again. His confidence becomes evident And how should I begin?/

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets/ And watched the smoke that rises from

the pipes/ Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows/… (69-72). This stanza has

almost a superior ring to it. As though Prufrock realizes he is socially superior to the men in the

windows. He is careful to point out that they are smoking but not wearing their jackets. They are

spending their evening leaning out of windows (72) overlooking narrow streets (70). A man of

Prufrock s stature would not do such distasteful things and would therefore be worthy of these

women s company. He carefully contrasts the women in the parlor whose arms braceleted, white

and bare (63) lie along a table, or wrap a shawl (67) with the informal and guttural image of

these men in town. J. Alfred takes seven lines to carefully draw us a picture of a formal evening in