Literary Analysis of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot"

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“Literary Analysis: ‘The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock’ by T.S. Eliot” Have you ever been in love? If you have, are you still in love? If you haven’t, do you know someone who has been? Now, define love. Love is an action; it is sacrificing things you care about for things that are special to others. “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” was a love story that is a common situation for some. Little did Prufrock know that love is much more complex than you think. Love is timeless; history repeats itself. Are we not doomed? “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” was written by T.S. Eliot about a man who thought of himself not in vain, but in pity. With ladies constantly talking of Michaelangelo, Prufrock tells us his story out of complete honesty. He degrades himself as a person just because he can’t seem to get a girl. All the while, Prufrock leads us down the abbeys of London smothered with the corruption of society. Losing sight of the meaning of life, he takes us to a beach where he walks and looks out to the ocean. As he looks out, he dreams of being underwater with mermaids. He awakens to die while drowning in reality. J.Alfred Prufrock is a sad man. He doesn’t have much, if any, self-confidence, and he finds himself looking at reality as a crude nightmare. Society is corrupted and stained by humanity’s desire for a perfect world. Superiority is a nonexistent theory that you can find invading people’s minds to fill a void. That void today is “living.” People fill this void with things both eternal and temporal. Prufrock could be called depressed and in this day and age, emo. In other words, Prufrock was always on the negative side of himself rarely thinking positive things. Society at the time was like a family reunion. All your relatives had expectations of you no matter if they knew you or not. But rather than masking their disapproval with smiles and

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