"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)