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?…
In this imagined line to his latest female companion, Prufrock conflates the ‘narrow’ confines of the modern city with the individualistic isolation of ‘lonely’ men.
Takes one to know one!
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