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Dear _________________,
My parents are inviting friends and family to their wedding anniversary party, and they can't seem to think of any one else to invite, so they asked me. So, I was wondering if you'd join me at their party? I would really appreciate it!
Sincerely,
______________________.
Um what...? Do u need help
Prufrock has all the normal desires of a young man, but he is ultimately incapable of doing anything. He is compelled to think everything through, but it doesn't help him at all. The thoughts just can't transform into actions, in part because he is afraid, in part because he lacks confidence, and in part because he can see no sense in all of it. He doesn't "dare disturb the universe" by asking "an overwhelming question". He is only capable of entering trivial, petty interactions with the world obsessed with material, "the cups, the marmalade, the tea, / <span>Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me". This matter renders Prufrock's existence futile, and he is all too aware of it. His intelligence doesn't help him at all, because it locks him into a self-indulgent, passive world, rendering him aware of all the impossibilities.</span>
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The poem is a statement describing the feeling of a dream within a dream. So in theory the word dream doesn't apply to the poem since there is no real dream.
B. Allen would need to resign the forms.
