And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? [...]
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
T. S. Eliot, La canción de amor de J. Alfred Prufock