e has imagined all the outcomes, all the possible reactions, but he is “…no prophet…” (83), and there is no was to be positive. He is afraid. He knows he must leave, and some small part of him knows he wants to, but he isn’t sure if he can.It would be so much easier to just marry her. Would it be worth it though? To be smothered and oppressed by the “yellow fog” that always seems to close in on him. “It is impossible to say just what I mean!” (104). He doesn’t know what to do. The reoccurring theme in the poem, returns yet again: Hopelessness. Could he take what he needs to tell her back if he wanted to? Prufrock is not who she thinks he is. “Am an attendant lord, one that will do/ To swell a progress, start a scent or two,/ Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,/ Deferential, glad to be of use,/ Politic, cautious, and meticulous;/ Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;/At times, indeed, almost ridiculous-/ Almost, at times, the Fool” (112-119)Prufrock is describing himself as he sees himself. Honestly, and without glory. That is who HE is. In the next two lines we see his weariness with his current lifestyle. He just wants to sit back and relax. Not worry about what everyone else thinks. He has seen social bells sing to each other, but not to him. He has seen them come and go and grow old in style. That is not what he wants.“We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/ By sea-girls wreathed in seaweed red and brown,/ Till human voices wake us, and we drown” (129-131). We live in the delusional social world. Surrounded by beauties of all kinds. Eventually, the beauty fades and we realize what is important in life, but usually by then we are “drowning” or dying and don’t have the time to enjoy it....
