The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot.

Añadido: 2026-06-02

[00:00:00]Okay.

[00:00:02]Action. It's rolling.

[00:00:08]And indeed there will be time to wonder, "Do I dare and do I dare to turn back and descend the stair with a bald spot in the middle of my hair?

[00:00:18]They will say, 'How his hair is growing thin.'

[00:00:22]My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, my necktie rich and modest, and asserted with a simple pin.

[00:00:30]They will say, 'But how his arms and legs are thin.'

[00:00:34]Do I dare disturb the universe?

[00:00:37]Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force a moment to its crisis?

[00:00:43]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.

[00:00:54]I've seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I've seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

[00:01:03]And would it have been worth it, after all, after the cups, the marmalade, the tea, amongst the porcelain, amongst some talk of you and me, would it have been worthwhile, to have bitten off the matter with a smile, to squeeze the universe into a ball, to roll it towards some overwhelming question, to say, 'I'm Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all' if one, setting a pillow by her head, should say, 'That is not what I meant at all.

[00:01:33]That is not it at all.'

[00:01:38]Well done, mate.