Um, yeah.

[kiya]

I'm sure it means something that the response I got to this evening's formal ritual was "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", but I have no earthly idea what it might be. . . .

Specifically:

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;
Time 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.

(. . . actually, that may be a response to my feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy and not-getting-done-what-needs-doing . . . Amazing how writing down the question produces the answer, isn't it?)

I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled . . .

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[suzanne.livejournal.com]

On their first date Brooks's dad read Prufrock to Brooks's mom.

suzi

[ailbhe]

I was thinking of this yesterday, and of those blasted mermaids who always make me want to cry... I was thinking, "In a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse" and looking at Linnea, and thinking, "No, that's not... true. For me. Now."