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Alfred Prufrock  \nBY T. S. ELIOT  \nS’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questafiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma percioche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.  \nLet us go then, you and I,  \nWhen the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table;  \nLet us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats  \nOf restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:  \nStreets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent  \nTo lead you to an overwhelming question ... Oh, do not ask,“What is it?”  \nLet us go and make our visit.  \nIn the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.  \nThe yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes, Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,  \nLingered upon the pools that stand in drains,  \nLet fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,  \nAnd seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.  \nAnd indeed there will be time  \nFor the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window-panes; There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate;  \nTime for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.  \nIn the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo.  \nAnd indeed there will be time  \nTo wonder,“Do I dare?” and,“Do I dare?”Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)  \nMy morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare  \nDisturb the universe? In a minute there is time  \nFor decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.  \nFor I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;  \nI know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.  \nSo how should I presume?  \nAnd 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,  \nThen how should I begin  \nTo spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?  \nAnd how should I presume?  \nAnd I have known the arms already, known them all—Arms that are braceleted and white and bare  \n(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)  \nIs it perfume from a dress That makes me so digress?  \nArms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.  \nAnd should I then presume?  \nAnd how should I begin?  \nShall 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? ...  \nI should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.  \nAnd the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!  \nSmoothed by long fingers,  \nAsleep ... tired ... or it malingers,  \nStretched on the floor, here beside you and me.  \nShould I, after tea and cakes and ices,  \nHave the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,  \nThough I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;  \nI have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,  \nAnd I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, And in short, I was afraid.  \nAnd would it have been wort","cbCailV95E7UZjBp","https://ap.wps.com/l/cbCailV95E7UZjBp","pdf",107249,"English","# The Setting and Invitation\n## Let us go\n# The Social Room and the Fog\n## Women come and go\n# Time for Indecision and Revisions\n## Do I dare?\n# Hamlet, the Fool, and Aging\n## I grow old","[{\"question\":\"Who is the speaker in The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock?\",\"answer\":\"The poem is narrated by J. 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