As I was reading Chaucer's _Canterbury Tales_, I was amazed
at realising how two lines in the Monk's description in the prologue
actually reminded me about Prufrock:
And, for to festne his hood under his chin,
He had of gold y-wrought a curious pin.
Now then,
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My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, |
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My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
sounds much like it to me, though Prufrock's pin is
neither curious nor made of gold...
Sara -- |
