Eliot writes of a fog, a fog that surrounds a person like a cat constantly wanting attention. A fog that does not let Prufrock forget that there is a time for everything. A fog that is always making him question if anything is even worth it. It eats away at him causing fears and doubts. But how does the woman he loves play into all of this? Throughout the poem he clearly speaks of his indecisiveness that this fog surrounds him with, but this woman I find hard to see the connection with. In the end it seems he dies with all his questions, never finding the answer.
P.S. I commented on Ray's post.
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