Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Prufrock Humor

A joke for English majors (or just people who remember that one American Literature course they had to take).

3 comments:

slyder said...

I nearly fell down I was laughing so hard! That is so wrong it is right on so many levels! BTW, what exactly DOES an evening spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon the table look like? This has troubled me since I first read about J. Alfred back when Tom was still the life of the party!

Frank said...

Yeah, I loved it too (obviously). I love Alex Balk.

I guess he meant it slowly unfurls, like a patient who slowly drifts off to sleep? I don't know, I haven't read it in years.

slyder said...

Unfortunately it is with me always. I memorized it when I was a senior in HS for a recitation. LOL The Emily Dickinson, Lewis Carroll, Vachel Lindsay, and the many limericks and double-dactyls in my head are a lot more useful and fun!

Duh, I am a librarian! Perhaps I could find an explanation of Prufrock in one of my library's books! What a concept? I'll let you know what I find.