"And I have known the eyes already, known them all-
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?"
-T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
We revel in the trivial obsessions of the web.
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