I saw the eternal footman

The narrator in T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" seems like he's stuck.

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky,
Like a patient etherized upon a table;"

That is the simile I chose because it's the beginning, but also it for some reason stuck to me most. "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" is possibly about the protagonist, J. Alfred Prufrock, imagining so much about love and a particular woman, but he can't seem to bring himself to actually make it all happen. Prufrock is unhappy because he wants to love, but somewhat tells himself that he'll be unhappier if he confesses his love and is met with rejection. In the simile that I chose, it is clear that what he is suggesting to the reader, or the person whom he's thinking of, doesn't seem to sound so pleasant. The line describing the sky as "a patient etherized upon a table" just goes to say that the scene above them would be without any beauty or livelyness. It would feel like an uncomfortable situation and something that anyone wouldn't want to necessarily experience because of how sad and melancholy everything would be. This image sort of sets up a tone of bleakness and such, because of how upsetting Prufrock seems to continue through the rest of the story.


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