T.S Eliot’s poem The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock is easily one of my favorites. It’s stream-of-consciousness style lends itself to the romantic internal dialog of the human condition that occurs when we simply retire to the inside of our minds and let our thoughts run free.
Basically it’s about daydreaming (well, that’s my opinion, there are others who think differently) and the deliciousness of Eliot’s word choices are almost too delectable to take in (you’ll probably need to hear/read the poem several times to find the pace that satisfies you).
And hearing it come out of Sir Anthony Hopkins/Hannibal Lecter’s mouth is one of the more scariest of pleasures that you can experience.
So settle in and listen, ’cause this is certainly going to be one intense ride.
Source: Open Culture