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?

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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?...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
-- T. S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"

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