Read the excerpt from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep . . . tired . . . or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis? But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet— and here’s no great matter; Which words best indicate that Prufrock feels anxious? head, platter, prophet peacefully, smoothed, strength wept, fasted, prayed tea, cakes, ices
